you listen not hear not so i will speak naught renaissance artists were looking for humanity in art filled with Jesus Christ and his eternal sacrifice dead dead dead on the cross and aren't we sad about it? i am looking for my identity in this apartment filled with you, my great young god, who says he has died for me over and over and please remind me again that I have never ever done anything to deserve your love and hadn't I better start trying? (i hope god gives extra credit points for husbands like you) the only thing i want is to be freed and, being free, to love is there love without bondage? you are the endlessly dying unfortunately never dead martyr because you married the Ugliest Woman alive and the fattest and still live to complain about it i am small inside and I wish I could be a word, my words, rather than your entrapment you are not Satan I love you but by what right do you ask my worship jesus died to take my sins away what do you promise me?
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