Editor: Mrinali Jadhav

I feel like God loved me too much,

holding my hand as he guided me to a river,

of things that were once so desperate to be golden that now are mere rust.

And this darkness that endures us.

I was told not to allow it to,

become a void that fills another,

let it suffice as its own.

I am my own I guess,

but God won’t love me less,

so that I could be who I want,

to be less sufferable.

I don’t think I deserve his company

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