Death isn't something that bothers me as much as it used to. People die, that's the truth about life that no can deny or look past. One day you're here, the next you're not. It's the one's that don't see it coming that are the lucky ones. Everyone else who drags out their health, hoping to get better from whatever afflictions and diseases are the ones who learn the hard way that not only does God exist but he has a sense of irony about him. I mean, his own son died in pain and tortured to death, so why would we as people think going out similar to that is so terrible. People die.
I find myself dreaming a lot about death. Losing friends or family members. At first, I'd call whoever my subconscious kills off to make sure they were alright.(Even though I am not psychic) And after a while, I thought about how important that person is to me and how helpless I would be to save them.
I can't save anyone because I'm not a hero, doctor, firefighter, or army guy. This isn't the way I wanted it. Of course if I had a choice, A super hero wouldn't be bad. Secret Identity
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