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Fuck You
I don't care

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A letter to an old friend

God,
I know I haven't been good
So
Make up you mind
Am I really
What you wanted?
A part
Of your Great Creation
Because
I don't believe
In seven days
And only
Funny little bugs
Walk on water
My best friends
Are gay
and I believe
There is a place in heaven
For my friends
So
Ask yourself
When I pray
If you really want to listen
Because
I don't hear your reply
Regardless
Of your decision
I know
I haven't been good.

Sometimes

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Sometimes,
I want to scream in his face.
I want to look him in the eye and scream.
Sometimes
I want to stand up and tell them all to go to hell.
I hate them all.
Their petty politics and their old worn out methods.
I hate them for hurting people I love.
Selfishly, I hate them more for hurting me.
Sometimes, I want to hurt myself.
Sometimes, I want to get run over by something large and painful.
Sometimes, I just want to die with dignity.
But,
I can't.
I can't die.
Not yet.
But only because I'm not brave enough to do it.
And sometimes that scares me.
I don't know how to look the future in the face and not cower in front of it.
Sometimes I hate the future.
Sometimes I want to turn and run back to him,
Give up
Entirely
Sometimes.