Anytime some fucking little whiny bitch starts complaining about life and how they want to die; just take them to a cancer ward. Ask them if they wanna trade places with anyone in a room. Or for that matter, ask them if they want a heaping dose of cancer via syringe.
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You speak the truth Naz. I have a form of blood cancer that at least will give me a good life for a fair number of years.
When you think of someone who only as a few months, you realize how lucky you are!
No shit! and good on'ya for saying it!
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