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"oh my god,"
the words passed through my lips so easily.
"oh my gosh,"
my father corrected me from the driver's seat of the car.
no.
i always think about why i lost my religion.
what caused it.
was it the fact that it was force-fed to me,
arms tied down?
a spoon shoved in my mouth.
or was it the fact that god never listened?
not a single prayer,
let alone a cry for help,
answered.
constant radio sillence.
maybe it was the strict rules,
the ones that i so often broke.
i'm going to hell.
that's what my family would say
if they peeled back every layer of my being.
i'd burn.
and they'd like it.
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