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I look at outside the window overlooking the hills thinking about all these problems i have in my mind nothing is worse thinking that at the end when i die god might turn his back on me because of porfaune thoughts i have i would like to blame these thoughts on maybe demons or phsycophrenia but only god knows what will happen to me i ask myself why did i end up in the faith i was going to be like this i think about friends i know in church and happy and great there lives are in church doing things for god saving lives doing a purpose i wish that was me