A Letter for God
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Terminé ven., août 10, 2012<5 mins
A letter I wrote to God at age 12. I added a few things, but didn't change a thing since I wanted to keep my 12 year old self in there. If you do not have the same beliefs, please do not leave any hate comments. Thank you. This has many grammar mistakes, but remember I didn't want to change a thing.
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