It hurts
There are certain things I realize I refuse to think about. I don't usually notice because it comes naturally but something I was watching kinda made me realize. And I don't know why I'm even thinking about it right now. It hurts… Everyone has their own lives. And their own problems. Simple right? Maybe for most people. But for me that's an uncomfy thing to think about. Because I kill a lot of people I don't know. And I assume they are all bad. It makes me feel better… But what actually have they been through? Maybe they were on the verge of having a kid, or about to get married. What if they had a kid waiting for them at home… see this is why I can't think like this. It hurts. It makes me second guess. But… if not me then… who? Why do I feel like that's an excuse.
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