I prayed for you,
Yet I forgot your name.
Does God still hear,
These words I chew?
You were all youth,
I, barely your senior.
Yet you my responsibility,
Tasked to share truth.
I acted like I cared,
And deep down, I did.
I still do, I think of you often.
But it was falsity I shared.
I acted like I was fine
Like I flying through turbulence.
But my heart was breaking
While I masked myself with shine.
If I could go back,
I wouldn’t change.
My words were strong
I offered no slack.
I pray for you now,
That my false testimony
Does not break your witness.
That you keep your vow.
Please know, that I believe.
But belief does not mean peace
It means there is somewhere to go
When peace seems to leave.
Primitive Poetry 
It means there is somewhere to go
When peace seems to leave.
waow !!!
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The 😭 of a 🤡; 😆 masking distress!
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Praying for someone you don’t know anymore is so precious, even if I’m taking your words too literally. Also, there is a book called ‘Horse walks into a bar’ by David Grossman, and I think it fits the kind of falsity you’re describing.
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