I hate preachers. Please, get a f---ing life. I will hunt you down and tear your hair out. Don't "oh, my glass is almost full again" me. Shut up. All that crying, praying and oh-I-am-so-lost-without-my-faith is not going to work with me.
And stop saying you miss him. It's a joke. Like you don't know how he resented it but only finally believed in it when he knew it was almost time to go. You are a disgrace. Maybe, that's the only place you will ever find your so-called redemption. But don't forget that the only thing you have ever done is disappoint and guess what, I think he is also disappointed in you even though he is no longer here.
You BITCH.
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