(how can suicide be a sin if youre going to die anyway??) haunted by that question i seek the answer but find none haunted by that thought i find myself walking away, my attention solidly focused on my life not ready to consider dying, im still young, but i feel the burden, the sad thought that the world will run on as if i didn't exist and might even be better without me i wished for death to be quick, to really not hurt to feel tomorrow is just another day, to look into the distance and feel wonderful to hold my lover's hand one day and gaze into his eyes, to feel like when i meet god there will be no anger from him and then i realize that life is an extended dream that those who wake up from this dream usually smile a nightmarish dream sequence for others, those who die of disease a killer among us ending life too quickly and i don't wish for death i want to live forever but i know that cannot be so i feel the distance between me and the heavens i reach up and as i wake up, i realize that people are staring at me, and i reorganize my notes and ask the question (how can suicide be a sin if youre going to die anyway??)Birth sign: Aries
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