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I stopped questioning if God was real at 3am one night in a church parking lot I was in the front seat, on top of a boy who would not even drive to my house to see me, we'd always meet up and when he told me to take off my clothes I did and when he told me "I dreamt about this" it stuck when I closed my car door, and went on my way home that is when I stopped believing in God because I already knew that he wouldn't call tomorrow and I already knew the familiar bleeding of my wrists would lull me to sleep and I already knew he'd be back in a month speaking of love and forgiveness I stopped believing in God when I found it in a person, and I decided God isn't such a nice guy.
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Mar 15, 2016
Mar 15, 2016 at 10:10 PM UTC
God
I stopped questioning if God was real at 3am one night in a church parking lot I was in the front seat, on top of a boy who would not even drive to my house to see me, we'd always meet up and when he told me to take off my clothes I did and when he told me "I dreamt about this" it stuck when I closed my car door, and went on my way home that is when I stopped believing in God because I already knew that he wouldn't call tomorrow and I already knew the familiar bleeding of my wrists would lull me to sleep and I already knew he'd be back in a month speaking of love and forgiveness I stopped believing in God when I found it in a person, and I decided God isn't such a nice guy.
kylie-formella
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Mar 15, 2016
Mar 15, 2016 at 10:10 PM UTC
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