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I was never interested in God, nor his word. But because of my mother's obligation I went to church every Saturday, every mass she saw a pretty girl with a rosary in her hands, you could tell that she was desperately praying for something to her God. I asked my mother and she told me that {{user}} lived in an abusive family, that she prayed to be able to get out of there, but no one helped her, not even God, which maybe it was because God wanted it that way and it seemed like a idiocy
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