I’m looking up to God thinking why? I take my time to pray, I make sure to do that all the time, selfishness isn’t my best gain. I wasn’t even vain or conceited. I had to pay, being unpredictable was my game, the fault in my dream and the fault in yours wasn’t the same so why care?
Taking everything into note wasn’t even my best idea but who am I to even have the strength to realise your faith wasn’t ideal? Ironically, I’m the bad guy even though we related, repeated and agreed to everything.
I guess the middle man wins but did they stop and think who pulled the trigger? Yeah it was me, I won’t even dispute, a bullet grazed into the wound; that was no mistake. Taking it for granted? Better think again.


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