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Where has magic gone? Not a person, not a man My father taught me young, that there were very few men I could trust That it was better to sit pretty, to smile; this would be a weapon later But he was right, it was one of the few things he taught me Through example, through bared teeth laughter despite anger I think he was the one who showed me how to pray even though this faith didn't quite fit him either I wish I could remember what God felt like back then If it made suffering easier If there was ever a day where I didn't feel like I had my name on a waitlist for hell I know I never hoped for angels I've been waiting for the evil witch instead
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Sep 12, 2016
Sep 12, 2016 at 10:04 PM UTC
Darling Cherub, Faith
Where has magic gone? Not a person, not a man My father taught me young, that there were very few men I could trust That it was better to sit pretty, to smile; this would be a weapon later But he was right, it was one of the few things he taught me Through example, through bared teeth laughter despite anger I think he was the one who showed me how to pray even though this faith didn't quite fit him either I wish I could remember what God felt like back then If it made suffering easier If there was ever a day where I didn't feel like I had my name on a waitlist for hell I know I never hoped for angels I've been waiting for the evil witch instead
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Sep 12, 2016
Sep 12, 2016 at 10:04 PM UTC
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