remember me,
even in my leaving,
remember that i whispered,
i never want to leave,
and,
if you please,
don't let me.
i have not the long arm, strong and mighty to save.
nor have i the right hand to hold me in.
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I want to know which this is about.
i'm asking God to remember that I love him until i'm done with school and i can think about talking to him again. he is, after all, stronger than me.
o okay. well good then.
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