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Everytime the images flass across the screen, I watch.

Completely different and yet all vaguely the same.

A smiling child, a perfect family,

Where everyone lives horrified at the mere thought of abuse.

Shocked that someone might actually wish harm to another,

Aghast that hatred and vengeance could exist.

The picture passes, the show ends

And my supreme wish is to be like them.

To have a perfect familiy, be a perfect person, have a perfect life.

Yet somehow, this utopia exists nowhere.

Each day I learn of more pain, more suffering,

More friends hurt by the very people who are supposed to protect them.

Sometimes the pain seems so intense, yet I live still, I can breathe and my heart can still beat.

Everything that doesn't kill me is supposed to make me stronger, right?

So is it wrong to wish for it to kill me instead?