A PRAYER

There is a memory
I have lost
Yet,
I would have created it
Beautifully.
My words scare myself.
My mind is
A horrible mess.
Can't let anyone in.
They'll regret it.
But,
God knows.
God knows it all.
So,
God I beg you
To take me
Out if tangled
Words and actions
Of mine.
To
Make
Me
Better.

This poem is about: 
Me

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