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Dear God, I Hate You

I could use some help here Left to my own devices You know it’s hard to breathe by myself The pressure weighing down on my chest This cruel fucking world Suffocating me Have faith they say Life will reward you some sweet, bright day What will it be of me When God just seems to hate the very core of my being Maybe it’s because I’m not a believer But all I can see is fucking misery Why is it that some Seem to just bathe in his light Every step of the way I feel sick So afraid and The aching pain just doesn’t go away As every day passes I lose hope Of ever becoming anything Worthwhile in this world Why would you do this God? Strip me of all happiness and dig out my intestines You left me alone with a never ending suffering In a shell, my soul floated away Why would you leave me here, when I’m better off Dead
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hayley-intravenous
Swedish
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Apr 5, 2010
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