I am nobody, but I exist. I hate life, but I don't want to die. Nothing makes sense. Why, I do not understand anything in life? Why do I ask myself all these questions, or why do other people not ask them? I'm afraid to go on living, life is unpredictable, but I'm also afraid to stop doing it. What should I do? .. Fear paralyzes me, it prevents me from moving, from living my life without asking myself the questions "why?", "When?", Or "what next?". How should I do it ?..
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