dear god... 


please help me. 

I hurt so bad still. 

I want to hurt so bad still. 

I feel so alone and unloved

I cry- weeping. 

maybe I deserve it?

Because I steal and cheat 

and lie and curse.

Maybe that is why you do not answer.

I come to you now on my knees

at my weakest and lowest point. 

Matthew 7:7

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