My Own Father Didn't Talk A Lot

Dor: There Is A Reason God Lmits Our Days. Victor: Why? Dor: To Make Each One Precious.

She Was Like A Wound Beneath An Old Bandage, And He Had Grown More Used To The Bandage.

Instead, He Would Make Death His Final Project, The Center Point Of His Days. Since Everyone Was Going To Die, He Could Be Of Great Value, Right? He Could Be Research. A Human Textbook. Study Me In My Slow And Patient Demise. Watch What Happens To Me. Learn With Me.

But Hurting Ourselves To Inflict Pain On Others Is Just Another Cry To Be Loved.

You've Lived Through A Lot Of Wars, I Said. "yes." Do They Ever Make More Sense? "no.