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Stuck in the same routine, with only one way to escape this life. To be dead or gone, I can't choose between right and wrong. Right now, my thoughts are clouded.. noise is drained.. face is red.. leaking the pain
Today I became angry with GodWhom I do not believe in
We're broken from the inside out tell me where do we go now in these dark nights and hopeless times when all our faith runs out
(poems go here) (A young boy is being interviewed on the happenings at Conneticut Elementary. He tries to get it out as best he can, but his feelings right now are a mixture of emotions his soul has never encountered. He begins to speak)
There are explanations. Explanations that God keeps tucked away in a little box, In the corner of his office. He doesn’t even know what he wants to do with them.