Sunday, December 18, 2022

Why must I suffer?

 Why must I suffer? Why must I be forced to hear about all the bad things in the world? Do you think that I can do something about it? Do you think that I have some kind of advice that can make sense to anyone? I have nothing! I am nothing! You are grieving! You have every right in the world to grieve! It is not that I do not care. Of course I do! It's just that it all gets to be too much.

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