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i'll act as if you're an altar
but even the faithful can falter
please **** me, because even when i'm dead i'll still love you
maybe God will even be there for you too
when we went to church we had secrets to keep
and as we knelled on the ground all i'd do was weep
just shoot me in the head not him instead
because i'm really the only one in this church that would be
*better
off
dead.
since being gay was so bad then, i reflected off of it and wrote this... i made myself cry
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