What's it like to die? Is it painful, does it hurt? Or do you die in peace and quiet, no struggling necessary? Do some people die painfully and others peacefully? Are they screaming not because of the pain, but for the thought of death, of no existence? Or do their hearts and bodies truly hurt?
Why do we die? To rid the evil of the world and to let the great be gone so others can rise above them? Could death truly be righteous?
Is Death the true version of "God"?
Unfortunately, there's not a living soul to ask and get answers from these questions. The dead souls? They can no longer speak, their mouths tied up in 40 stitches, 40 perfect stitches. They can no longer see, their eyes locked up without a key to speak of. They can no longer hear, their ears gone deaf and dumb.
They can no longer be.
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Ffff, random. Made for a short story book I'm giving to Dad for Christmas.
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interesting...lots of questions but no answers.
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