As the glowing red eyes of the rabid dog of faith look into my soul, searching for an ounce, a drop of happiness, joy, or motivation. It's canine fangs dripping hungrily with saliva, awaiting a moment of which to strike and drain me of these things. I stand, "NO!!!!" I stand. I scream at this hound, this rabid beast "NO!! YOU MAY NOT HAVE MY BLOOD
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