Friday, October 5, 2012

to the death of me

Dear God,
If You're here God,
Make the fire disappear when they stare, God.
Take away the fear when they interfere, God.
Do you fear God?
'Cause I feel God.

Doubting myself and it feels terrible and I don't know whether to be conceited and to talk about myself all the time because hell, it's narcissistic but I can't be going around weighting others it is not right and in fact quite unjust against them and to make others sad is a terrible, heartless, cruel thing to do.

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