I believe in dying. When I was only six years old, my grandfather died. Soon after my Nunu died. I think that we die for a reason. Not that our life is over, but that we physically can’t live anymore. Even though they’ve already took their last breaths, they still live in our souls. I believe that if we never died, life would get boring. Our love for other people would slowly rub off. But when we die it’s like a shield that protects that love. I used to be afraid of dying. I thought that memories of me would be forgotten, but now I know that no matter what happens- I still live. Even though my heart will stop beating I will still be in my loved ones hearts, as they will be in mine. So, I believe in dying because it’s only a way of life.
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