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WHAT THE FUCK, BECK?!?!?!?

“She whispered all the same condemnations in my ear, the wheedling narcissisms that kept me threadbare. My mother never hit me, sure. But she left a bruise all the same.”

“God wants us to repent, to atone for our sins, and to continue to do so over and over and over. But how do we do it? Through prayer? Talking to a wall, when there’s no guarantee that he’ll answer?”

JFC! 🫨🤢

“And so therein lies the paradox: to be loved and accepted, to be cherished for once, or to survive? It was a question that had plagued me since childhood. I could be loved, or I could be safe. There was no having both.”

“Even dead, a mother was still a mother. She was a part of you, whether you liked it or not.”

“It was easy to swallow fear and self-doubt for the sake of decorum, and for the sake of just getting through the damn day, but in the heart of the horror that plagues us, there’s no wishing it away.”

“I was directionless, a piece of discarded parchment that had been scribbled on and erased one too many times.”

“But death was never humane. It was just death. And that, more than mourning, I understood.”