Life without God

There’s no direction;
That’s as simple as it gets.

I’m done trying to impress People;
I’m done having to explain myself,
Fuck You.

There’s no more room to console you.

You are Alone.

It hurts;
but I cannot save everyone.

You’re a piece of shit that does not know better and that’s your fault.

How many times do I have to tell you that you’re wrong until you accept the fact that you really were wrong all the time?

Kill yourself.

No?

That’s funny, because the last time I checked,
You were already Dying,
and there is nothing you can do to avoid it.

Nothing.

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