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We lit the match, dropped it and waited, just to see how beautiful, and painful it could be. It's funny how clear your eyes get from crying. It's funny how clean your life gets from dying.
I'm starting to wonder whether there really is a "god" I mean, I know there is, but does he really love everyone? If he loved everyone, why does he hate me. People always say "Jesus loves you." Well how would they know? Are they Jesus? Do they know exactly what he is thinking? Personally I feel Jesus hates me...otherwise he wouldn't make life this difficult. Is it that fucking hard to give me one person who can ever appreciate me? Can he not find me atleast one girl who finds something in me, something enough to want to spend the rest of their life, or even give it a shot? Whatever...
I'm starting to wonder whether there really is a "god" I mean, I know there is, but does he really love everyone? If he loved everyone, why does he hate me. People always say "Jesus loves you." Well how would they know? Are they Jesus? Do they know exactly what he is thinking? Personally I feel Jesus hates me...otherwise he wouldn't make life this difficult. Is it that fucking hard to give me one person who can ever appreciate me? Can he not find me atleast one girl who finds something in me, something enough to want to spend the rest of their life, or even give it a shot? Whatever...