Shhh..... I can hear you
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Publikasi terakhir Jum, Apr 22, 2022
Immortality and the afterlife is things that people have thought about and have risen to fearing. Seeing the dead would be visualizing and scary.
But what would be the exent of just hearing them?
To what lengths would it take for someone not to go into indeed turmoil?
Without a cure or a remedy to treat or to tame something this extreme, how can someone survive this paranoia without tipping over the edge?
Is there anyway you can't?
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