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I want you to love me the same way you love your Angels, Dear God.
And I know, yes! It's true I'm not your favorite and I'm not even an Angel, yes! I know I'm the dark, Dear God. But, you have to ponder the possibilities of how I feel knowing I won't ever get to touch you, that I have to stay down here locked away.
That I, the definition of Death have to become the first example of providence gone wrong, Dear God.
Still, I have to think maybe you won't get this, my message of important matters. Maybe you won't even lay your hands on this welted paper and read these cursive words made of blood, Dear God.
But, I have to try - I have to try because when Earth falls down, I'll still be here loving you like you love your Angels, Dear God - because even if it makes me die, I just want to see the light.
- TABLEAUXVIVID
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