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crying on my bathroom floor: God is Not Here. crying in the parking lot: God is Not Here. swelling in my spleen and liver: God is Not Here. 8 more weeks spent in bed: God is Still Not Here. it seems like He is picking on me, saying, "ha ha! look at you! i'm going to give you the grandest of dreams but you'll be gone by 32." i have no doubts when they say that in heaven the weather is always fair, but one day I will go to meet him. he will not be there.
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Oct 26, 2017
Oct 26, 2017 at 9:13 PM UTC
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crying on my bathroom floor: God is Not Here. crying in the parking lot: God is Not Here. swelling in my spleen and liver: God is Not Here. 8 more weeks spent in bed: God is Still Not Here. it seems like He is picking on me, saying, "ha ha! look at you! i'm going to give you the grandest of dreams but you'll be gone by 32." i have no doubts when they say that in heaven the weather is always fair, but one day I will go to meet him. he will not be there.
rachel-b
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Oct 26, 2017
Oct 26, 2017 at 9:13 PM UTC
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