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Take away the pain of morrow. The pain I feel inside haunt me every night. Things get worse worse. The cancer. School. Family. Friends. Its all beginning to be to much. I try my hardest to keep it cool. Deep inside every breathe taken is another breathe wishing not to exist. I'm not susidial. I don't cut. I don't purposly harm myself in any way. I just dont want to live the life I live in. This is called depression its not cutting it's not suside it's the wish to undo everything you did in life to the point where you are nothing. People belive in God. Look what your God has done. Sickness. Death. Hunger. And more. For what what is it all for. To make is the better people? No. The best in this world get the most punishment. Does the tons of pain forced on them make them better? No. Your God doesn't do a God damn thing. Oh but I prayed and he answered and I'm healed. No you fought and medicine healed you. Nothing happened completely over night. It takes time. God is turning the world scycotic. Gays shouldn't be alive because God says they can't. But what about when he says to love all. But what about when God says that If you don't do what he says your going to hell. How do you prove any of those exists. HOW DO YOU PROVE HE EXIST. You dont. Its like science. If you can't prove it it's not true. Well what about being reborn.... Do you have proven that face of yours has gone through history... What about if your a different animal..... Do you have prove animals have souls. Does anyone have souls.... These things you can't prove.

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⏰ Last updated: May 01, 2016 ⏰

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