THIS WORLD IS NOT MY HOME

THIS WORLD IS NOT MY HOME

Wanting death in this world is not unknown. It is not natural. I’m not saying that we should go and kill ourselves. Yet I see something and I cannot unsee it. This world is not my home. Anything that shines in slightest is snuffed out violently. How many more times will the world have to change before we see the truth for its blatant ugliness? How many more eras will we have to go through and how many tragedies will remain a mystery? There is a purpose. And this world is not my home.

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