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August 31

The pathway to heaven is rough. The streets are not tarred. The bells are not ringing. Where is God?

Apart from the sound of the water dripping from the tap in the bathroom, I couldn't hear anything. I couldn't even hear my heart beating inside my chest. 

"This is going to be my last attempt," I said to myself. 

I tried to turn around as I felt the impact of the drug I took. I tried to move my limbs but I couldn't. I closed my eyes and saw myself dying. It was terrible. Then, suddenly, I saw Jesus Christ looking down at me. His feet, white as snow. His hair, colorful as gold. He took my arm and told me to get up.

"I will give you another chance, Perer," he said.

"Why?" I asked, confused.

"Because you deserve it."

I didn't know what else to say. I just stood there, shocked. I stood in front of the son of God I had condemned most of my life and I couldn't say anything. All I could think about was my book. The diary I had writt

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