I pray

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I pray for you to be swallowed softly.

I pray your eyes will succumb to a weightless sleep.

I pray you awaken in your afterlife dream.

Then I think.

No.

I pray you choke on your last breathless nightmare.

I pray you are stabbed with the guilt of leaving me to wilt.

I pray that while looking down apon my life you rip to shreds, knowing I'm truly alone.

And with no rest.

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