Praying for myself.
These thoughts I try to hide.
I have faith in me and hope this will survive.
But it's tearing me apart.
I can't hear the words by which I guide.
So I must ask again who will carry me.
I will not deny that nothing can defend
from the helplessness that's cutting deep inside,
and I cannot prevent the thought that nothings real.
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