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i don’t have a faith,

barely believe in myself anyways.

i rarely go out,

school is my escape.

i wish that i wasn’t like this,

but people told me this is okay.

i’m scared of too much,

the list is to long.

at my house,

we don’t pray

we trust the wrong people

get used to the wrong things

we say i love you

especially when we don’t mean it.

and that breaks me all the more.