Dear God,
Can you hear me?
Mr. Nihilist, and my great-grandmother, and that little girl dying of cancer, they’re probably looking harder than anything tonight, harder than me and anything and fireworks, and you can’t let them die like that without knowing why they exist, God, and don’t you dare let them die empty if you’re able to convince them you exist, God, because if they die like that, you’re not a good God at all, and I won’t ever love you, and I’ll be angry with you forever, so don’t you ever dare, God, you clandestine, you old man, you show them or I’ll fight you with my last breath and scream and everything and nothing and the world
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