Discuss: God is an Indian giver

I made a wish upon a star
Up there where they say you are

I whispered a small insignificant prayer
Never meant to be answered in despair

Why then would you plant the tiny seed?
Then rip the roots that make me bleed

I've heard that you can do such great things
Why then could you not just pull some strings?

Life is a wondrous gift you have power to give
Why then did this one not deserve to live?

Has anyone ever told you it's not nice to take
What you already gave, leaving grief in your wake?

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I am so touched by this poem... filled with such strong emotions... something I wish no one had to experience...

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Monkeys: There are no monkeys here. If you're looking for monkeys, go away. Well, actually there are monkeys, but they're of the hairless variety that writes poetry and such. If that's not what you're looking for move along.