A Possible Source To My History Of Depression

I love our creator.

Our creator is a life.

I am a life.

I was considering something.

At times I have feared our Creator lost something by creating me, making it more of a burden for them to live.

To my perspective, I kinda always assumed it was a burden like being exhausted, maybe tired, difficulty to breate, a suffocating feeling.

The ability to create a new life and not degrade ones own body.

I surerly hope that is exactly the truth.

I would like our creator to truthfully reassure me they will live a high quality of life.

Published by We Love The Oldest Parents (David Robert Quigley)

We are all one family. Call them God, or Goddess, they're still our parents.

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