Dear God,
People pass away everyday, so I am laying here wondering why you have not taken my life away. If you think about it, we all die abit everyday. Always a second closer to death in a way. Though it is not death that scares me; it is all the time in between. Because what does living a "good life" really mean? Where there is good bad always follows. You get a peice of happiness but sad will never let you swallow.
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