Your life will change after reading this story Don't let me die you silly girl! Late in the winter of my nineteenth year, my mother decided I was depressed, presumably because I spent quite a lot of time in bed, ate infrequently, and devoted quite a bit of my abundant free time to thinking about death. Though I didn’t agree with her, deep down in my heart, I knew that I was becoming an empty soul. An inner voice from somewhere inside kept saying to me that I have deviated from the right path. That was my conscience but I did not bother to listen to this voice but someone said once that our conscience is like a barking dog, it can not bite you but it keeps barking at you. The same was the case with me. Every time I did something wrong, my conscience warned me of its outcomes. But when one's sin is before one, one cannot see anything except the fruit of the sin. We often neglect this fact that every time we cover up our wrongs, we are actua...