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religion is so weird unless you believe it

my parents taught me to pray as a little kid when we would bless the food or pray as a family and i would pray by my bed or in my bed or half asleep or underneath my breath or when i was sad or heartbroken or just because, sometimes more than others. sometimes often, and then months with nothing.

praying prayers and pleading prayers but mostly conversational prayers.

and when i would pray, i would always pray the same things, clockwork like a rhyme or piece of a book. now i rarely repeat myself. and maybe this is weird but i pray for my friends specifically naming names and sometimes for people i dont know who just look like they're having a rough time because more than anything i just want you, whoever you are, to be happy

i really think thats what its all about. a truer form of happiness. oh, and answered questions.

12:24 a.m. - 2006-06-11

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