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I had gone to church with my family for a few weeks it had been fun there was food and I got to learn more but then my voice f--ked it up I was walking about things I like those things I write would be seen as sinful I murdered a character, had one k-ll them self, and so much more and I then was asked "are you a christian?" and personality I don't really think I am and I stated that I believe in a lot the Greek gods seems true one powerful being able to do something seems so...fake? and I spoke of my fear after death and then I continued I couldn't stop I was comfortable and I looked back at him the priest and I was silent. I felt so judged I don't know why... and I went on with the day and I didn't feel them but after a day of fun I felt them when I sat down wanting to write something that brings me joy but I just felt bad. like his words were stuck to me like sweat. I didn't want to do something I love. I don't want him to judge me but I know when I go back. I'll feel like the black sheep and I'll beg and say "Yes! Yes I'm christian I just believe others can believe in anything! what they believe will happen for them!" but I don't think that's going to help. I don't like this poem. its sinful I guess I don't know what that truly means but its a product of something sinful so I guess it is. I swear im christian. I think.
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Apr 1
Apr 1, 2026 at 2:05 PM UTC
The church.
I had gone to church with my family for a few weeks it had been fun there was food and I got to learn more but then my voice f--ked it up I was walking about things I like those things I write would be seen as sinful I murdered a character, had one k-ll them self, and so much more and I then was asked "are you a christian?" and personality I don't really think I am and I stated that I believe in a lot the Greek gods seems true one powerful being able to do something seems so...fake? and I spoke of my fear after death and then I continued I couldn't stop I was comfortable and I looked back at him the priest and I was silent. I felt so judged I don't know why... and I went on with the day and I didn't feel them but after a day of fun I felt them when I sat down wanting to write something that brings me joy but I just felt bad. like his words were stuck to me like sweat. I didn't want to do something I love. I don't want him to judge me but I know when I go back. I'll feel like the black sheep and I'll beg and say "Yes! Yes I'm christian I just believe others can believe in anything! what they believe will happen for them!" but I don't think that's going to help. I don't like this poem. its sinful I guess I don't know what that truly means but its a product of something sinful so I guess it is. I swear im christian. I think.
yeah I feel bad so take this idk
#religious#trauma#sticky#feeling#sad#weird#idk
7-Flavors-Of-Bones
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14/Inside a mannequin
Apr 1
Apr 1, 2026 at 2:05 PM UTC
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