It’s too bad voodoo isn’t real- if it were, I’d take a paper effigy of myself and burn it, and it would turn the real me into ashes- into nothingness.
It is ironic how fragile life is, and yet, so hardy at the same time. A life can be taken at the blink of an eye, yet, those with eternal torment in their soul are unable to end their misery.
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Amen : )