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Jan 2019
How do I know that when it’s my time to be six feet under that’s theres something on the other side
If there is a god then why the suffering why the pain
It doesn’t make sense
Nothing does
Our creator would have a creator and so on and Itd be infinite
It doesn’t make sense
But thankfully It’s not my time to be six feet under
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Cj  14/M/Nebraska
(14/M/Nebraska)   
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