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The rustling sound of leaves and the space between my feet.

I do not know where I am but I feel like I belong here. 

-A

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I stopped believing in Him. I haven't told anyone, not a single soul. I did, undeniably, stop believing. While every thing was happening that night, I was sitting somewhere on the streets, praying, praying for the end. It was too much to handle, I prayed for the end. I wanted her to live but I knew, I knew the truth. I talked to Him. I asked Him to end her suffering. I prayed to Him, asking him to take her. Was I praying to God? Was I praying to Death? Was that a prayer? Was it a cry for help? Was it desperation crawling out my mouth as it sank its teeth through my bones which caused pain, ineffable pain. Was I praying to God? The thoughts and every whisper of each monster strolling in my mind started to shake every abandoned corner of my childhood and longings. Was that a prayer? I prayed to Him, to stop the misery and just take her... or did I ask for her death? Did I ask Death? What did I do? I stopped believing in Him. I haven't told every thing But I did, surely, stop believing.

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An almost A could have been A never You are