Dear Lord,
This morning, I begged you to take out the people who had tremendous impacts in my life out of my brain, I begged you to take out the people who had left major scar damages in my heart out of my chest, I begged you to take out all of my pains and sorrows underneath my skin that I’ve retained for all these years, I begged you to take every microscopic details of my memories with them. I begged you for so many things, I was certain they are all slip away from your memory.
This evening, I questioned you why I have not been able to forget them, I questioned you why my agonies become more-and-more entangled with my carapace, I question you why my misery has not gone away. Thus, I was furious.
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