isn't it strange
that thoughts fly through my mind on a daily, weekly if i'm lucky, basis about being happier if i were to die
but when i lay here, at 2am, thinking about the future combustion of the universe my heart starts to pound and suddenly i realise that those thoughts are only that, thoughts.
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