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Dead God,

I came home today.
He treated me like I was a flower, delicate and innocent.
I knew it was an act.
I'm not stupid.
But stupid enough to run in front of a car.
I tried to meet you yesterday God.
I tried.
But you didn't let me.
And I'm mad at you about that.

Love,
Danielle.

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