How do you know if someone made it to Heaven? Do you wait until you die and go find them? Do you commit suicide in the hopes of making it there yourself? Why are there no answers to these questions? Why must the good die young? Why must the sick die? What is the point in dying?
Why did she die? Why did she drive that fateful night? Why did she drive off a cliff? Why wasn't she found sooner? Why hasn't anyone gotten closure?
Why? Why? Why? Why can't things just work out? Why can't the young stay young? Why don't they keep to themselves and not die? Why is that such a hard thing to do? Why can't things work out for everyone? Why does death exist?
Why do I cry? Why doesn't she realize my pain? Why do I find out in such a terrible way that she's died? Why can't I forget? Why do I fear the same fate?
Is she happy? Does she like it? Wherever she is? Is she singing and dancing? Living out her life the way it should have gone?
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The Next Solar System
RandomThis is just some things I think about and some rants. Don't read unless you want to confuse yourself in the mind of another.
