Whenever I hear of people dying, I first think of the mother, the father, the brother, the sister, the grandmother, the grandfather, and the uncle or aunt first. How they feel about losing someone they love.
Is that bad?
I dwell on the past, and sometimes I don't think it's worth it. Sometimes we dwell more often on the bad parts of our life than the good.
Am I an awful person because if it?
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