Church.
Sitting here in the pew, I look up at the large cross displayed in the front of the church.
The face of Jesus looks down at me.
I feel like God does that a lot.
I'm never perfect enough, I never pray enough.
I try so hard, and still suffer.
When will he forgive me?
I told him sorry.
I begged for him to still love me.
But I don't think he'll ever answer.
Looking up at the large cross, it was all becoming real.
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