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Sundayafternoon

Sundayafternoon

Cosmic panic
May 18, 2018
394
Years ago, I was maybe 12, watching the news with relatives. A story comes on about a whole family that died in a car crash, minus one little that survived. Everyone thought this was such great news that this kid survived while it's whole family killed.

I couldn't understand. I was sad that the kid survived. To live through that seems cruel.

Do you all remember when you first realized you weren't "normal"?
 
Fallen_From_Grace

Fallen_From_Grace

An Angel’s Broken Wings
Sep 26, 2018
46
When I was really young (like 8 years old?) I used to stare at the ceiling or out the window and many times I would think about how humans died (I actually didn’t fully have a grasp on death yet at this point) I used to think that the more a person talked, the more they used their lungs, and that meant less air. So then they’d eventually talk themselves to death. When I started growing up a bit more I realized how different I truly was.