Sometimes when I'm like this I end up at Hobby Lobby wondering aimlessly through the isles.
I often see things like this.
I feel as if the jagged, rusted shard of a past life that resides in my chest gets twisted every time. I've never said anything before. I don't want to debate God, or religion, or anything really... But this hurts.
I did believe. I believed.
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