Whenever Someone Dies, A Part Of The

He Too Shares His World With The People He Loves.

I Don't Care Whether It Was Once Sacred Or Not, I Hate What I Do. It's Destroying My Soul, Making Me Lose Touch With Myself, Teaching Me That Pain Is A Reward, That Money Buys Everything And Justifies Everything.

Allowing Someone Else To Make Us Happy Will Make Them Happy Too.

When We Can Do Nothing Else, We Can Still Love, Without Expecting Any Reward Or Change Or Gratitude.

There Is An Afterlife. I Am Convinced Of This.