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Sep 2017
i get down on my shins to pray for hope
to talk to almighty
god.

the reply is slow and the
air is
blank.

i hear a whisper of cackling
of laughing.

the devil replied first to
my prayers
and now i have a
knife in my grip held
at my reflection in
the mirror.
The bad thoughts reply before the good ones.
Written by
Taye Russ  22/F/New Zealand
(22/F/New Zealand)   
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