The Age Our Problems Become Acceptable
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Concluida vie, mar 13, 2020<5 mins
TW// Mentions of suic*de and death (nothing in detail)
I find that when people talk about someone dying, having problems, or struggling, they often say something like, "They were just too young," and I got tired of it. Is there a point where we're old enough for it to happen? Is there an age that validates feelings of hopelessness?
Children, no matter what age, can have problems, and no one is more right to be suffering because they're older.
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