From Abuser to Abuse
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Death. Most phobias exist due to this reason. We are all scared of losing our lives, ignoring the fact that we will eventually die. Death is the law of nature. 'Nothing can happen more beautiful than death.' Very wisely said Mr. Walt Whitman. Death is as natural as life, maybe even more natural. The human skull is widely used as a symbol of death and decomposition. Death, particularly the death of humans, has commonly been considered a sad or unpleasant occasion. But why? When the day we were born, no one was sad, they were all happy. In face we celebrate this day every year, until alive. Death is not a punishment. Death is, surely, the least than can happen to a wrong doer. It will come even if you're a right doer. Well, think twice before you take a decision; be very firm in your stand. If death is not a punishment, then what is? What is something worse than that? A life full of regret? A life full of guilt? Or no life?
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