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Aug 2021
Dear creator
i really don't believe you exist
because if you do why are we so talentless
impoverished, bitter, damaged, sick and angry
why are we not privileged, titled clever and wealthy
any way, if you do
you may as well answer our prayers
please let us be even bigger cowards
than we were yesterday
please let us continue to be ignorant
for ignorance is bliss
please help us to be real bad haters
for that's all we are good at
please let us always stay hidden and faceless
for our inadequacies and shame are limitless
please help us learn more bullying tactics
for it kills us when we see those bright ones
that we know are miles better than us
and please help us attain more of the inferiority complexes
and self-loathing that ravages us
for we know we are not worthy, confident or self-assured
and are too frightened and cowardly
to be anything else but what we are.
please hear and grant our pleas
thank you creator

but one thing though
why do you think its fair
to make those balanced stable well-adjusted people
and then make us
poor loonies cowardly inadequate dim envious nit-wits
and you call yourself a good creator
all this is your fault, innit?
Yenson
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Yenson  M/London
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