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I played a game with God. When I look at the built-in altar in my small flat Pictures,shapes, feelings all sort drilled into a universe of sadness. I fall into the pit again I kneel, I pray , I beg for atonement for my sins. I closed my eyes for a moment of silence I saw some hope not from my eyes, But from God's loving eyes. Seconds later, I saw my funeral with ten girls around me laying some flowers on my unloving body then my body is burned ashes fall on their dull faces I woke up from the brown coffin a cross painted on the end of the coffin With my migrant name. Some cheered my death because I deserved it all, It's a secret I was not dead at all . I was just hidden from them for a while. I was laid among the uncut weeds which shelter me from the rain, storm, mostly from the unkind people.
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Dec 8, 2022
Dec 8, 2022 at 10:38 AM UTC
Death
I played a game with God. When I look at the built-in altar in my small flat Pictures,shapes, feelings all sort drilled into a universe of sadness. I fall into the pit again I kneel, I pray , I beg for atonement for my sins. I closed my eyes for a moment of silence I saw some hope not from my eyes, But from God's loving eyes. Seconds later, I saw my funeral with ten girls around me laying some flowers on my unloving body then my body is burned ashes fall on their dull faces I woke up from the brown coffin a cross painted on the end of the coffin With my migrant name. Some cheered my death because I deserved it all, It's a secret I was not dead at all . I was just hidden from them for a while. I was laid among the uncut weeds which shelter me from the rain, storm, mostly from the unkind people.
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20/F/Malaysia
Dec 8, 2022
Dec 8, 2022 at 10:38 AM UTC
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