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I worry way less about dying than I did when I was young. Seems like it would be the opposite. Probably because my faith has become deeper. I rarely ever think about it, and in the rare event that I do it’s usually just not wanting to die in some sucky, painful way. Like hopefully it won’t be a brain tumor, being burned at the stake, the electric chair, or being eaten by a shark. I also wouldn’t want to be thrown into a pit of highly venomous snakes.
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