screaming to god

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there is a child inside of me
wanting — burning alive
by the ways in which I have settled
for the very first time, as strangers
who once named us strong, now
dismiss — existence feels like a sin
how I'd like to see them try, endure
know how it is, to sit around screaming
to a god you don't believe in

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