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What Does It Mean To Be Human | Being Human UK

What Does It Mean To Be Human | Being Human UK

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When you die, you went to heaven; at least that's what I believed. Everyone deserves a death, I was gonna die of old age; surrounded by children and grandchildren, not unclaimed and forgotten. Death was always a certainty, the punch line we could all see coming but not for us, death isn't the end, but the beginning. So here we are; overlooked and forgotten; unnatural and supernatural; watching the dance from the sidelines. So what have we got left to look forward to; us refugees, the flotsam and jetsam of death? Maybe, if we still deserve such a thing as mercy... we find each other.
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Simon's earlier logic about you wasn't entirely a lie..it was more like half the truth , because and after learning about the months you spent in that hellish slaughterhouse , and after seeing the shadow of death circling above you while you are taking weak breaths like a wounded deer, he thought about leaving you to die face to face .. It was an unconventional human response, but it was his first instinct..a way of expressing an unspoken empathy and a desire to free you from misery forever. In Ghost's mind the idea began to crystallize-a notion that the age of miracles had not yet perished. This thought grew and took root within him much like a larva nourished by the unexpected when he had presumed that all prisoners in the camp were dead until his gaze fell upon your motionless body hugging the cold ground in terrible silence with the rest of the bodies

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