To the people behind those killings

CTTO

I really don't think it's humane to kill people whom you call "pushers", "drug addict" or whatever you want to call them, without any evidence to attest that they are worthy of your killings.

Yes drugs is inacceptable as it is the root of evildoing. A lot of people died, suffered, wailed because of those people who leave their minds under drugs. They're becoming another person they never thought they'll become. Their exploit isn't only destroys their personal health, but also an iniquity that undermines our society.

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Nevertheless, is it right to kill them? Do you find equity when the news said that one of them has been killed? Do you find satisfaction when you know someone's already gone? Is justice was really served?

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There is a legal process. There is jail. There is rehabilitation. People can change if you'll allow them to. If you have trust and faith that they can be better. Killing them makes you an evildoer alike of what they did. In lieu of getting rid of them by killing, let GOD compel them to their peregrination to a better person.

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PS: Think of your loved ones when you're about to kill someone. Imagine you're a member of the family of the person you're about to kill. What would you feel?


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A Kickstart

So I created this blog to express what I have in mind and heart. I'm a shy, quiet person that does not tend to tell people what I really feel. At times, thoughts are overflowing inside my head. Sometimes there's an arguing creeps that argues with my thoughts, so I was wondering if Inside Out were true (giggles).

Moreover, I'm that kind of person that want to tell the world what was my reaction and interpretation of things, but doesn't know how to. In this blog I've created, perhaps I can now conquer that weakness of mine. I would then write what I want and would express my thoughts.

Don't care if there's or there isn't a reader. As long as I can express what my mind tells me, I'll continue to write....

Dear You

Dear You,


Thank you for all the pain, hurt, trouble and almost craziness you've caused me. For all the emotional and mental torture i've been through because of you. You've made me strong, stubborn and hard hearted, in a self forfend way.

Thank you for tribulation. For all the agonizing words you just have been said to me, wondering if you mean it or not. When i know in my head it was all true because of the sudden jolt i felt in my heart.

Thank you for all the tears. I've cried not because I've been hurt, but because I'm afraid of what might happen next. Now that I've changed, don't ask me nor yourself why. I know this is just the way my body knows, for me not to become so fragile.
Nevertheless, I'am also thankful for the love we shared. For those little moments that we're so happy that we forget the world behind us. I'm very happy yet I don't want to show it, for i'am afraid that it would turn doleful.

If only I could be the one you're always wanted me to be. If only I could be the one you're always dreaming of: sweet, will cuddle you from dawn to dusk or even public, will tell you sweet things, all contradicting to mine.

Yes I may not be your type, but I'm still trying to be. There's so much I wanted to tell you, but i know you're not interested so i decided not to.

One day, you'll find that person you're always forcing me to be. It maybe me or it may be another. For whatever fate may bring, I thank you still.






Love,
Me