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I cannot believe in something I have not seen or felt.

This is what I've told my mother on the occasions she asks me to go to church.

I'm trying to learn to believe what you've told me

But words without actions are like book covers with no pages.

And after all this time, I still haven't learned not to

Sail over oceans for someone who wouldn't even jump a puddle for me.

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Sep 10, 2013
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