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Mar 2016
You never know where God will be. I see her now, spreading her wings like some kind of Icarus, she sees me. Now I see him in a café, hat on head and young too.

“Hello”

“Let it be what has been.”

Thou… thou shalt disturb me.

It’s not conformity to believe the truth. Life is small and there’s nothing wrong with caring about chairs and people, and old people and dead people, it’s healthy even. I saw a picture of the Holocaust, and I wept so *******. I saw the frozen bodies and the toothpictures and the dark bodies and I wept. Do not joke!!!! Can you not see that I care! I care so much. I love these people and I love thou, and surely thou should loveth me. In absolute horror I wept for the sake of the sacred I curse anyone who dare even joke! Laughter solves nothing, I would much rather cry and I want to die in the summer so the worms may have a feast and the baring sun will wilt me, I want to go out with a bang! Let death **** you, do not hold it inside and let it freeze you, set yourself free, let your hair down.
Israel Baker
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Israel Baker  18/M/Indianapolis, IN
(18/M/Indianapolis, IN)   
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