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Dear, dear God, please let me die tonight, this isn’t my world, I don’t belong here. I’m a boy born out of time.
Dear, dear God, please understand my cry, because, nobody loves me, no-one sees me. I’m a boy born out of time
Dear, dear God, please let me die in my sleep, and this pointless life can end, and I can smile beneath my sheets
Dear, dear God, is it really a crime for any atheist to want things from you? Please take me back to my time.
Paul Anthony Scott
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