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Our Present Day Is The Worst Time

People grieve the loss of their moms and dads, and the worst thing is that they couldn't see them on the their final moment and hold their hand by the bedside...how horrible that is! How heartwrenching it must be! We all have been affected in tragic ways, but if the soul can't weep, that pain remains acute and won't ever escape misery! Have you lost a dearest friend, so suddenly and the least expected? A good cry can heal and comfort the saddest and the lonliest heart, if it finds who can alleviate its sorrow; only a few are able to heal their wounds, but who's willing to sacrifice their time, putting aside vanity and pride... before they notice the glances of afflictions? Can anyone prevent what is to come? Our present day is the worst time for afflictions and its hopelessness is invasive and mortal thinking that we are trapped and eventually die of depression and solitude before we are rescued by others can prayers alter fate when all attempts have failed us? What else can we do to stay afloat and survive?

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