tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66467556294211154822024-02-20T06:48:25.657-08:00Dear God,My private letters to God, so fuck off.
Unless it's you. In which case, I waited long enough for you to ask for it back, and you didn't. So just read it, or fuck off.Legacyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00550465920724934392noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646755629421115482.post-18475689781900327162017-07-03T07:35:00.002-07:002017-07-03T07:35:35.733-07:00Are you there Margaret?It's me, god.<br />
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Sorry, I didn't recognize your voice.<br />
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I'm still here.<br />
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It's still yours.Legacyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00550465920724934392noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646755629421115482.post-166504756664693502015-11-25T23:40:00.003-08:002015-11-25T23:40:46.479-08:00So here we are again, ehYeah, you know what I mean. <br />
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So, if I close my eyes forever, will it all remain unchanged? If I don't. will I ever find it again? Either way, will it make a difference? When all is said and done, there will be nothing left to say or do, so what difference could it make?<br />
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Yes, I am writing under the influence. A $7.99 box of red swill, if you must know. As if you didn't already.<br />
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Anyways, back on topic, here I am, listening to songs that remind me of what I had, what I could have been, and what's been lost. Bottom line, I'm a loser, so why don't I kill me? I have no fucking idea.<br />
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