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Jesus, why did you make me?

Presumably for some kind of relationship.

Apparently for a friendship.

So why is there nothing?

What do friends do? They talk together – spend time, laugh, discuss.

I just sit.

Where are you?

I just sit and talk to the air.

And wish it was different.

Don’t you?

But you’re the one who can change it.

So tell me

Why did you make me?

And leave me here like this

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