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Dec 2017
I thought for a moment that I actually believed in God
I saw the eyes from Great Gatsby in the back of head
I felt coddled
I broke down
Like my father's pickup truck as we drove through farmland
It barely works but I'd buy it from him in an instant
I'd take the soul with me
But there I was, splayed across the highway divider, praying
My eyelids hurt, that's all I felt
A hand holding them shut
Humming some sort of church music
I made it home that night, somehow
But I didn't go back to holy ground
I didn't mention Him in my dreams
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Lydia
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Lydia  18/F/Pennsylvania
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