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Apr 2017
I'd like to believe they're up there watching me,
But then I'd have to believe in something I don't.
In fact, so would they, which I **** well know they didn't.
So if it is real,
Would I even wanna go?
Is your paradise mine?
Nope.
And why should I fear your apocalypse?
I don't believe in it.
Therefore I should not be judged for it.
And if your God made me? In his image?
Then I'd imagine he'd agree with me.
Kyle D.
Kyle Dal Santo
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Kyle Dal Santo  M/Los Angeles-Chicago
(M/Los Angeles-Chicago)   
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