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Apr 2016
The most magical thing to happen to me
was when my mind took a break from reality
and got too lost in a fantastical fantasy.
When your brain has as many fractures
as mine it’s really only a matter of time
before your cheese slides off your *******.
I was the Prophet of God.
And my declaration of the coming apocalypse
ruined any semblance of credibility I might’ve had.
Paranoia kept my mouth shut about the happenings in my head.
I couldn’t trust anyone with my skewed truth.
They would’ve only diluted my message.
When you go crazy your fantasy feels like reality.
I had all the answers, or so I thought.
So I took down names, initials
of the people I wanted to save.
I prepared myself for the violence and
the responsibility of taking care of my people.
And I prayed probably more than I ever had in my life.
Because I was the Prophet of God.
Chloe
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Chloe  25/Cisgender Female
(25/Cisgender Female)   
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