God Is Cruel *

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I am not who you believe I am,

I am not who you see,

I know it's hard to believe,

But I used to be happy.

I am not weak,

I am not someone you just toss to the side.

I am strong,

I have scars around my body and mind to prove it,

And though I may never be the same,

I shall always try to stay.

This world, is a cruel place,

It haunts you,

It hurts you,

It brings you into this world,

Just to kill you.

Does that sound like the "gift" of life?

To be purposely hurt,

One minute,

You feel like you're something that's going to play an important part,

The next, you feel useless.

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