O LORD my God, I cried to you for help, and you have healed me.
I am really grateful you created me as a unique human being. I feel your support most of the time.
However, there´s a thing I can´t understand, really.
You made me suffer when I was so young and vulnerable. You made my beloved suffer in the most horrible way, and after some time I finally start to live again.
But God, there are some limits to suffering. Let me be happy.
I hate you because I have eczema all over my hands.
It looks terrible and I can´t wear short sleeves. And I really don´t deserve this.
So please, do something about it. I am fed up already!!!!
Nothing works, but you can make it happen.
I don´t expect you to answer my letter, but please, do something with this issue.
I´m begging you.
And if you won´t, I´ll be really pissed off.
Your dear daughter
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