I'd had enough: my frustrations, my futility, my finances. "God hates me."
So I fled to the desert in irrational hope. That's when I stepped into the quicksand. "God hates me! I'm being punished!"
Then I saw her standing there, the girl with dangling hair. "If you lay on your back you can float your way out."
"Nothing can save me! I still have my morals and beliefs. My integrity tells me God hates me and wants me to die!"
"You actually show no belief whatsoever. I don't think it's God who hates you."
After she left, I took her advice and escaped. Had she stayed I'd rather of died. Now she's lost to me.
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