Sometimes when my grandmother drags me to church I get this sense of though that maybe... Just maybe when I walk into the church... My skin will start to burn and my stomach turns. And then that the priest looks at me mortified never breaking eye contact getting on his knees and praying to our lord and savior. I cry feeling long sharp hands on my body slowly dragging me out of my grandmothers hand. I'll cry begging for my sister, my grandmother, family, and for god to save me. I'm scared maybe all those dark thoughts and sins that I have created will finally reach me. I'm terrified that when I open my eyes that the devil will be in front of me telling me that I'm his now and no god or prayer could ever save me from this hell
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