Dear God,
I'm at the end ready to hang myself so few people to trust everyone including family former lovers friends and complete strangers criticize me in life for eating for speaking for not making money in this life poverty eats at my livelihood my body turns to rust doctors and insurance are out of my price range I can no longer run everyday I feel pain but live without access to medicine x-rays
Tell me what I can do other than buy a rope I'm so tired of people only playing mind games as if a game of chess was all of life's dangers
Little to look forward to but more suffering I don't find it funny interminable life others fight to enjoy I never got a chance veritably the truth is my witness this life was never really fun endless is my struggle to stay above water to float for eighty days
No one seems to notice how much debts weigh on me the bells in the steeple orderly in rhythm play out the notes pray for the dead I want to live to run the great outdoors to go the full distance to lead by example
Despite my poverty oftentimes I flourish as if I could tap dance in the face of the blues in the face of hardship I run to live to give endless wisdom from pain from sorrow to suffer is strength praise this sample
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