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Oct 2017
I have had countless nightmares that you would leave me. That you would find someone else and I would have broken your lungs forever. Your words took over. My promises and premises became overwhelmed by you and your needs. It was not a relationship, but I was a God-given person, and you were God. You are as manipulative as the Bible, as beautiful as the devil, and only those who no longer believe will understand that your empty words are just words. I gave your words, your promises, your commandments life! If it were not for me, faith in love would not exist and you would not be part of my life. Even though you're out of my life, you're still part of it. You can not be atheist without giving a love faith broken heart young thought to me who burned the Bible, me who left the church. My nightmares have disappeared and so have you

Most importantly, my lungs are intact, and I can thank myself for that - I can breathe, I am free!
Written: October 26. - 2017

Orignal:
Du er ikke Gud!

Jeg har haft utallige mareridt om at du ville forlade mig, om at du fandt en anden og jeg ville have knuste lunger for evigt. Dine ord overtog mine. Mine præmisser og løfter blev overtrumfet af dig og dine behov. Det var ikke et parforhold, men jeg var en gudsbenådet person, og du var Gud. Du er lige så manipulerende som biblen og smuk som djævlen, og kun dem som ikke længere tror, forstår, at dine tomme ord, blot er ord. Jeg gav dine ord, dine løfter, dine befalinger liv! Hvis ikke det var for mig, ville troen på kærlighed ikke eksistere og du ville ikke være en del af mit liv. Og selvom du er ude af mit liv, er du stadig en del af det. Man kan ikke være ateist uden at have skænket religion en tanke og mine tanker var infiltrerede af dine ord. I sidste ende var det mig der brændte biblen, mig der forlod kirken. Mine mareridt er forsvundet og dig med.
Vigtigst af alt, mine lungerne er intakte, takket være mig selv - jeg kan trække vejret, jeg er fri.
Clindballe
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Clindballe  Denmark
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     Lior Gavra, Clindballe and eileen
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