Wanting To Tell God

This vessel you put me in,
Anambra,
Nigeria,
Earth,
World.
2019 AD.

Dear First Comer,

I would more than appreciate it if you simply spared me the trouble, and opened the tab of my heart, went through the news feed of my mind, scanned the tears still in my eyes and read me past every page break to where I finally end.

I can’t copy and paste my plight on this site. But pity this soul; forgive my bad network connection. Hear all the words I have not said.

I desperately await your priceless reply.

Your daughter,
Me.

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