I fail. I fail at life. I fail at making friends. I fail at keeping them. I kinda fail at the whole love life thing too. Okay, I really, really fail at that. I fail at sports. I fail at math. Miserably.
And this hurts.
But God, I know you're the author and perfecter of my faith. So perfect mine, please. 'Cause there's no one else who can take your place. I know you're the one who makes me lie down and sleep in peace. Please give me rest.
I give you all that I am.
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