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Aug 2018
He’s real?
You say this to me with faith,
Because faith has helped me so often in life,
When darkness devoured me it was faith,
No... it was a switch which ended my night,
It wasn’t faith that saved me from death,
It was a doctor pounding on my chest,
It wasn’t faith that helped my sadness retreat,
Nor end my long endured reality I’d end in defeat,
It wasn’t faith that brought me to stand where I am,
It was me- who pulled myself into safe land,
Faith didn’t save me when I was in high tide,
It was the will in my heart to make it out alive,
It wasn’t faith that made me understand it’s okay to fear,
It was every night alone facing too many lonely tears,

So don’t tell me he’s real through faith,
It’s a made up word by people who hate,
That for once they’re wrong.
No faith helped me when I was alone.
He’s not real and it’s okay truly,
So please take your “faith” and let me be.
Abigail Fischer
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Abigail Fischer  17/F
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