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Just as we were born, we die unwillingly.

Mother Nature has put a limitation on the time of existence of all life.

It’s undoubtedly much of a bliss to die of a natural cause, with chances to say good bye, or at least to take a good look at our loved ones, smile to them, give them our best wishes, or tell them not to be sad.

But it’s great sorrow to die the other way, leaving so much unsaid, undone, having no chance at all to comfort them…

Not even a chance to know why…

Not even a chance to know. It’s our time…

We can’t speak after we die, that’s for sure. Hell, we probably won’t have souls left dying like this. What have we done? To make us die this way.

We can’t do anything after we die, don’t doubt that. We can’t wipe their tears away. Can’t hold them, or kiss them, or tell them it’s ok and all that matters is you. You still have a life. Live it. Be happy. That’s all I care.

We can’t ask for justice after we die, cuz no detectives or judges ever investigate or put whoever’s responsible on trials down there in this cold place.

We can’t die like this. We shouldn’t. No one should.