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Sometimes I wish

God would strike me dead.

I just don’t think

I deserve to live anymore.



I walk around like

I have already died;

I have no love of life

left inside me.



The life has been

sucked out of me

or maybe its presence

was a grand illusion.



I don’t remember

who I am anymore;

I don’t remember my purpose

if I even have one.



Sometimes I wish

God would strike me dead.

I think He did because

I am living in hell.