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Which do you fear most? Do you fear living, or do you fear death? What happens if you fear both? What happens if you want both? People fear the unknown, and truth be told both life and death are unknown. No one can predict tomorrow, and no one knows what death is like until they die. Therefore, there is no one to tell us about the experience of death. What do you do when you wake up in the morning and you don't want to get out of your bed and be amongst people? How do you invite getting to know people when everyone is "suspect" to you? How do you survive in a world where people are so selfish and have no regard for another person's life? How do you feel safe in your own home when you release murderers back on the street due to witnesses fearing being killed if they testify? Why should I have to protect the only witness to a homicide who is known as a drug trafficker just to try and prosecute a notorious murderer in this city? Afterall she was killed while they were trying to kill him. I guess justice is truly blind. Why is it that people with all their fancy degree's are the worst people to be around? Why are people so shallow? I am convinced the only normal people on this earth are babies. Reason being they only know innocense and it isn't until they live day by day, week by week, month by month, year by year, that they become like the rest of us humans. Defiled, tainted, tarnished, scared, vulnerable, manipulative, abused, confused, hurt, insecure, and the list goes on. Today I indicted an 18 year old boy for second degree murder. The victim's father thanked me and cried because that 18 year old boy took away his 25 year old son behind foolishness. I took no pleasure in indicting that child, and I wasn't moved by the tears of the father of the victim. Why? An 18 year old has just wasted his life. A 25 year old man is dead and he left behind two young children who will never know him. That 25 year old victim started the damn fight with the 18 year old defendants' YOUNGER BROTHER. That 25 year old was a menace to society himself. I don't like what I do, but at the same expense I don't want people like that on the street with me. I look at most of my victims and dismiss their death as warranted and justified. Live by the sword, die by the sword. Bottom line is I don't want to leave my house, nor do I feel safe when I'm in my house. So which do you fear most? Do you fear living? Or do you fear death?