"Dear God,
"Today I woke up just the same. Hair all over the place, eyes droopy and bloodshot, skin as dry as the desert.
"Today I woke up just the same, but my heart was at bay. Far far away.
"And I was supposed to speak to you. The first person I spoke to every morning for the past sixteen years of my life.
"But today...today I simply couldn't. It hurt. Hurt more than I had imagined. I'd never thought this would happen so quick, and when it did, I couldn't do a thing to stop it.
"So it hurt. Hurt more than you could imagine.
"Please forgive me, God. I'm so, so, so sorry.
"Because today I gave up.
"Today I woke up and just gave up on you."
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#98 in short story? WHAAAT?!
thank you so very much, (and several google translations later) gracias and merci too! ya'll are the nicest people i knooow!
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Dear God
Short StoryTo the world, I've seen you in distress. I've seen you trample over sands. I've seen you aim missiles. So when my cuts needed healing, I chose God over you instead. - An account of a childhood obsession that turned into a lifelong faith. - © 2015...
