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February 21, 2004 Dear God I have heard about your greatness…I have seen your believers…the blind faith, contentment, pomposity and their conviction. And I wish to be normal, ordinary…and I choose the procedure of the conventional people. Will you convert me into anyone…anyone other than me? Can you abolish that ugly, detestable, restless cast that creates characters like me? Promise me that there is a pot of gold at the end of every rainbow, a silver lining to every dark cloud, a tomorrow worth waiting for? Can you take responsibility for the big and small things that make me miserable? Tell me it is acceptable to always feel this skeptical and cynical. If it is not too much to ask...can you take away my fanatical sensitivity and fill it up with infinite numbness? I don’t mind this pain, suffering and misery…just in swallow able doses. Will you please intervene and change the course of the rut I am stuck in? Make me a believer…a believer of things people swear by. And if you can’t do any of the above…take this life and give it to someone who loves it and is fighting for it. (2:02 AM) ~`~
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