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Guns, Rifles, Bombs, and Knives Have taken away countless lives, but all those mighty weapons cannot compete with the one weapon, the true hurtful defeat. Words. Sharper than any knife. So hurtful, that they may cause one to intentionally end their life Because the worst kind of death is not that within the grave, the worst kind of death is dying while still being alive When you pray during every suicide attempt that you wont survive. That, is when you know that you are already dead. And that.... is the worst kind of death.
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May 22, 2014
May 22, 2014 at 12:15 PM UTC
Power of the Tongue.
Guns, Rifles, Bombs, and Knives Have taken away countless lives, but all those mighty weapons cannot compete with the one weapon, the true hurtful defeat. Words. Sharper than any knife. So hurtful, that they may cause one to intentionally end their life Because the worst kind of death is not that within the grave, the worst kind of death is dying while still being alive When you pray during every suicide attempt that you wont survive. That, is when you know that you are already dead. And that.... is the worst kind of death.
ellie-hughes
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May 22, 2014
May 22, 2014 at 12:15 PM UTC
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