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May 31
jesus christ seems super nice

but only
when i’m begging for mercy,
when my hands are empty
and the quiet
hollows out my chest.

the name slips through cracks
a whisper trailing close,
like footsteps
in a house i don’t recognize,
a light flickering
just beyond reach.

and even as i turn away,
it calls again
the sound that lingers
when all else
has slipped away.

jesus christ seems super nice

but only
when i’m sad.
i always consider turning to god when I am sad, but I haven't believed in him in years. also partially taken inspo from a hobo johnson song.
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