I'm sorry God please help me

there is that one time
I had just prayed
then I looked outside
and my bed
because that fine time
I was wishing for a life
where I can be with you
and a child, and the animals
in a small house, of no other
of no nexts
but something called out to me
this is a test
to be gotten out of
like a certain death
like I should be out
out, out, out
and that once I am out
then we are all out

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God help me

I am always trying to reach myself, trying to make sense of things because I know I am not smart. Why am I constantly reaching for my desires that at the same time I do not desire? I feel like I am locked within things that destroy me and ruin me and does not let me know what is the greater good, that fulfills the good too rather than excuse it. The people that loves their ego into non-stop fear fulfilling life of survival, non-stop survival. Right now I am inside my room and I am good. I have good music, and my health is at a soothe with a 7% menthol candy I suck. I had just taken a shower and my bed is at the coziest relationship with my skin. My relationships of myself and others denies itself of my desires are so far-fetched. I am delusional for thinking what is good. For thinking inputting good into people is good. I mean, I am not all holy. Even for action like murder, I think telling people to not murder or cause pain does not make me good. That's what I mean. I've give...

Rigor

Logic is the new magical thinking. Our ancestors died when they have decided that certain things mean the end of it, its death. When you are sad to the core and kills the self for it, it is the end of it. When sickness hit you, the plague is unstoppable, it is the end of it. When war or raging higher up men, powers you, it is the end of it. Until a logic man comes up and tells all of it, this taxonomical life. You are not sad, you have depression, it is just a fact and not the end of it. You are not sick to die, you have a sickness, it is just fact and not the end of it. You are not a soldier, it is just fact, and political boundaries can be changed by rigorous action, it is not the end of it. Logic is optimism at the not dying. It is just how we kept on living. It is how we increase the average age of living.

WHERE ARE YOUR OPPS WHERE ARE YOUR OPPS

Maybe I have been mean!!! But I know for sure I need a gun, a hypothetical gun to shoot at my loved ones' opps. I don't give a shit. Let me know!!!! I am angry at all there is because I blame them, I blame everyone for how I turned out. I blame everyone for who I am. I blame my design. BLAME is so fun!! It is the truth for everything!! and I am more than I am not. WHEN I am not. And then I will kill everyone inside of me, the everyone of me who I am. There is no one else to kill except me! Except me! because you are SO AMAZING!!!! Fuck you you fuck!! I am not this person I am not me. I was not like this. I was not like this I was not like this I was not like this. LET MY FATE BE DIFFERENT THAN WHAT I ALLOWED FOR. YOU HAVE LIED SO MUCH. LIED TOO MUCH TOO BE TRUE. SO what! Complain for what! Let me take them down embarassingly so I will be humbled after, and then I'll complain and then ILL DIE ILL DIE ILL DIE BUT I WONT BECAUSE YOU HATE ME> SO MUCH THAT I AM NO LONGER AN ...

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