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posted by Insight357
    It was around one when I left the house. I couldn’t walk far, for it was dark. I hailed a cab. I told the cabbie to drive to a cathedral, near a small suburb, just outside New York City.
    I didn’t dare close my eyes during the taxi ride. I did not need any imágenes to play behind my eyelids. The dream had been all too real.
    After a ride down streets I could not name, we arrived at a tall, brick cathedral. I paid the cabbie, and got out of the car. He drove away. I walked up a few steps to the wooden door. I pulled on the handle…locked.
    I sighed, and walked over to the left side of the church. There was a small side door. I tried to twist the knob it popped open. I walked in.
The room it lead me to was dark. I could barely see the other door across from the one I’d just entered. I opened up the other door. It lead me to the main room of the cathedral.
    An alter sat at the front of the room. Pews sat, scattered across the rest of the room. A big, crystal chandelier lit the room. I took a asiento on a center pew. My arms rested on the pew in front of me.
    I bowed my head. The end had been explored in my dream. The end of what, though? Was I dying? I couldn’t be, Lucy needed me, and Grey…She didn’t need me. I was only her toy.
    “God,” I started praying aloud to calm my mind. “I feel so confused. I don’t know where I am going. I want to admit to my inner feelings, but I am too afraid. What if tu do not approve of what I feel?”
    I took a breath, and shook my head. My voice was trembling.
    “I’ve read your word, and what I feel condemns me. What if tu cast me to the fiery depths known as Hell? o have I already sealed my fate?”
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I hate you

But I just can’t seem to break you

Do I want tu here?

Do I want tu gone?



Everyone says your such a tease

But not to me

Are tu real?

Are tu fake?



Do I need to be

With this drama queen

tu spout lies

No truth to be found



Why am I still

Trying to see the good in you?

Is it worth it?

Should I listen to them?



They tell me to go

Before I’m a victim

Of tu mighty undoing

I won’t fall



I’ve made a promise

Can I keep it?

Will I leave?

Will I remain?



Promises

Sins

They all appear

The same



Lies

Sentences

Preach the

Difference



I’m listening to you

I can’t break you

I’m falling now

No one to catch me



Do I leave now

That I’ve fallen

Are tu worth my time?

Am I worth this pain?



God, help me choose

For this is not my decision

Any longer

I’ve put my faith in my despair



Now mostrar me the answer

Tell me what to do

Do I stay

o do I leave you?
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