The was the king of death. He ruled over all that died.

Two kids followed him and observed as he did his deeds until they were discovered by him.

The kids were perplexed. They went to him and noted:

The king of death gave no answer. The parties parted without much conflict.

He then decided to wander and observe his creations.

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Maybe it’s part of growing up

That adolescence makes people colder

My friends used to be more compassionate 

As they grew up and felt pain they put their guard up

Which isn’t bad in itself but hurts people in the process

I relate; I’m honestly going through the same thing too

I guess I just managed to keep my compassion for people.