Dear God please don't laugh at my plans.
Dear God give me strength to anything you want.
Dear God I don't know how it is in a brothel.
But I think that is a horrible place.
In my head just so.
It feels like someone injected poison into me.
I'm dying. I'm dying.
I'm losing my breath.
I know that you're there.
Why so quiet talk to me?
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