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I don’t want to be here anymore.

I pray for love I pray for light. But I’m beginning to realize I’ve been talking to no one. No one hears me crying. Because if so, I’d be saved when I asked for saving.

I’d have a friend when I feel so lonely.

A path would be lit when I ask for direction because I am so damn lost.

My family would feel like home.

And the last love I’ve known wouldn’t be from a man who doesn’t even know the meaning of my last name.

But off to work I go. Just like yesterday.