I've set a trap for myself in this role that I play.
I have to get out before it's too late.
I'm going fucking insane.
I need to tend to my own wounds.
I've got a few scars that are splitting again.
I am so weak.
I crave comfort and relief, a friend or a savior.
If I can't have a real God, I know I'll just create one.
so desperate, so stupid, so hopeless, so unsatisfied.
How long, Oh Lord?
Will You forget me forever?
How long will You hide Your face from me?
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