the first time I met God was in a car park outside a superstore.
that was when he told me he hated me, with all the bitterness of clouds.
told me he was jealous of all the things that I could do and he could not.
God said he'd always dreamed of being a writer..
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1 Review Added on April 10, 2013 Last Updated on April 10, 2013 AuthorNomadLondon Town, United KingdomAboutDear sweet pretentiousness, we're a very long way from home. more..Writing
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