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08/17/2016,

Before court today I prayed.
And as usual it worked. 
I believe God or an overseer listens
Because it isn't us who truely prays
It isn't our body
It holds no darkness
It is our inner child
Who asks for help
Only in times of desperation
And that child deserves what it prays for
Reguardless the circumstance.

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
Our world

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