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Nov 2015
I decided one day
I was tired
Of this body

Tired of the God
Who never cared

Who could not
Send doctors
Or therapists
To help me

Who left me
Standing over there

Akward and alone
And so
I write
A final poem

Tired of waiting
For a Jesus
Who never comes

I think I'll jump
Off a mountain
And won't it be fun
I am not seriously considering this, although I really dislike my physical body
Matt
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Matt  34/M/Los Angeles
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