As I look out the window of my lit. class, I realize many things...
I need to have compassion, being one of them, but taking up most of the thought bubble.
We had just finished reading "Should We Care If a Rapist Suffers?" and frankly, I don't care if a rapist suffers.
But... my mum had been raped by her own grandfather. She had seemed sad when she talked about it, but continued, nevertheless. She had spoke about seeing him sit on her bed, only to ask for forgiveness. That was the day after he had died, and she had forgiven him.
I don't think I could be that... kind hearted.
This thought has taken up my mind, as well as jealousy and hate, but those thoughts are another story.
As I now see the world, I ask myself... 'Should I be compassionate for someone who had stolen innocence from another?'
Frankly... not many people are compassionate towards others, and I don't know if I should accept love into my heart.
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One Shots!
RandomThese are all multiple kinds of one shots I have decided to make, whether it be from a fandom or even an existential crisis.
