Every time I hear someone has died, or someone has lost someone special to them, not only do I feel sorrow for the person in mourning because they are in unbearable pain, but I feel sorrow because my life should have been taken, not theirs. Why must the “good die young” and if that is true, then is this earth truly hell? What must I do to be called to heaven? Isn’t my pain here enough? Isn’t it a cruel irony that suicide is a selfish act? Wouldn’t it be a mercy? Why must good be taken so early, and why must those who are […]
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