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Jan 2014
I used to be an atheist
didn't go to church
I sinned a million times
and didn't listen to the bible's words.

But now I sit crouched in front of the window
every night
hands clasped
eyes closed,
Dear God...
praying for death,
praying for death.
Rushed poem
n0cturnal
Written by
n0cturnal  New York
(New York)   
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