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To a godβ what is the act of love, but the suppression of hate? Eyes closed shut, I hold back a curse. God, you π’π£π΄π°ππΆπ΅π¦β God, why did you leave me like this? God?
Somehow the pain of suffering feels smaller in the face of being abandoned by someone promised to remain with you.
God, I keep kneeling towards you. Without compain. Endlessly. Will you listen, now? Have I appeased you enough? Why are there so many people in this world of yours when you cannot listen to even half of them? Nevermind.
God, my hands are still clasped. I do not know how to separate them, anymore. God, will I always have bruised knees? Will I always and forever be waiting for you?
Somehow the pain of suffering feels smaller in the face of being abandoned by someone promised to remain with you.
God, I keep kneeling towards you. Without compain. Endlessly. Will you listen, now? Have I appeased you enough? Why are there so many people in this world of yours when you cannot listen to even half of them? Nevermind.
God, my hands are still clasped. I do not know how to separate them, anymore. God, will I always have bruised knees? Will I always and forever be waiting for you?
