I used to

July 2, 2016

I used to have a God

I think I left him, but is there a chance that he has left me too?

It's so that eveything hurts and words are all that come.

No feeling.

No understanding.

I search the plains of the Earth just to feel something.

I fear I've broken it.

But there's no way in hell I can go back now.

Just hide and hope that no one follows me.

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