Losing My Religion

Losing My Religion

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I wasn't always an atheist... This story is about why and how I changed from Christian to Atheist. I was around 9 years old at the time, so I don't remember exactly what was said and when. I'm writing what I remember and improvising the rest! 😜 WARNING Please take precaution before you read this story if you are strongly Christian or any other religion. This is not a story to try alter anyone's beliefs, this is just a part of my life I wanted to share. There will be strong statements against religion in this, so please keep in mind that I don't have anything against anyone. ~~~~~ Based on a true story Grammar errors Spelling mistakes ~~~~~
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My Life

This would be really boring. You don't need to waste time reading this. Not just boring, it might be even heartbreaking. The story was still going on, and therefore I had no idea whether it would end in a tragedy or not, but I had a feeling it would. And it did. We broke up under the striking, burning sun of 19th September, 2016. I write usually in a monotone description, therefore don't judge if you read this. My name is Rue, and I wish my life could be like the picture I put as a cover of my story, colourful, calm, and with a soulmate who keeps loving me all the way. However, things never happen as what we would like them to happen. I don't love my life, but I want to remember all that once happened. I want to look back one day, when I'm fully grown, and smile or tell my old self right now that I'm dumb. Mostly and lastly, I just want to remember him, the one I very much remember right now, but will fade in times to come. It is already fading now, and I only hope that I can write them all before they disappear from my mind, forever...

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