Age: 18 year 4 months 4 days
Hey God. I love you. It’s a good day. I’m enjoying it very much. Not that I’ve been up for very long, but that doesn’t matter.
God, what’s with redacted? And he seems perfect, and I mean perfect. He’s everything that I want in a guy and more, and I honestly don’t deserve him. It’s the oddest case I’ve ever found myself in. I’m not afraid, and I already believed he could be perfect for me. I don’t want our conversations to consist only of him, but I can’t stop thinking about him. And so I was wondering what you’re doing with him?
You know that I won’t date him unless it’s your will. I’m comfortable with this. I will not date anyone who is not fully dedicated to you, as much as that is possible. And I will wait forever until you bring me the right guy.
It really seems like redacted could be my dream guy. And that’s crazy to think that I could find the guy who I want to spend the rest of my life with at age 18. And what’s even crazier is that I’ve only known him a few months.
God, I wanted to tell you this, because I’ll do your will no matter what, and I really need help and some sort of sign if redacted is not the one so I don’t lead him on. I couldn’t stand doing that. I’d love to read the Bible now. Where should I start?
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Tear streamed, rubber hit the pavement
Hit? smooth, caressed
wincing a wind tossed branch
tree stands as hinge bound swings
played by the sharp whisper
applause sprang cooley
trickled down to dancing arms
Not one refrain
the haunted souls alive in each
A pause, there is none
shadows in the mind
reach cooly
repeated sounds of dew
faced wood, hinges on
the wind
apple trees and hoary bees
among the fields lay dying
A top the fanciful song
I waited in the wind strewn note
the crash below
at once I felt
for bloodless nights lay dying
motionless while spirits merged
in goads (flocks) they stayed a prancing
a darkened light, a silly site
held up the day to night
a quickened fight
spurred silly flight
With trembling it picks
me up
I stared intently at the dew
fringed life
a search for meaning
in weary eyes I saw
dead leaves shook
deer froze
quiet as a dream
and hustles back to worlds unseen
and as their feet touched gently down
my body broke
a crash…
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