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This song? It pretty much describes what goes through my mind when someone tells me I'm going to hell for my beliefs. They're mine. They don't make me a horrible person. You'd never know if I didn't tell you from my personality, would you?

And besides, I don't believe in hell.

Religious intolerance really bothers me. This may be rather obvious to some, but others didn't have a clue until reading this sentence. Or somewhere in between.

Anything else I put here would do one of the following:

A.) Make me sound like a pompous ass, which I may very well be,

B.) Give you the impression I'm an ignorant little girl, which I might also be,

C.) Just plain irritate me whenever looking over it again and make me wonder why I am/was such a n00b.

 Coincidentally (at least, I think so), one of my best friends eats n00bs for breakfast. The other is the queen of them.

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