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Jessie


My name is Marisa and I exist here on earth. All my life I've been told if you want something ask God first. Some believe in you and some may not I heard you're amazing Well from what I've been taught. They say if I'm sad you'd make it okay, but I started to doubt you when you took my grandma away. If you're listening, there is something id like to discuss, but please don't tell, just keep it between us. I have this sad feeling everyday since she's been gone and it wont go away. I know she's in heaven watching over me, but in the morning I wish it was her face that I'd see. They say its okay and I shouldn't be sad, but what else can I do when it hurts so bad? I'd like a to make a deal, I hope I'm not misunderstood. If you're willing to give my grandma back to me, I promise I'll always be good.
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