Boredom is a Disease

Boredom is a Disease

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Boredom is a plague. Boredom is a disease. Boredom is contagious. It latches onto the most vulnerable of us. The ones who spend nights alone. The ones who's minds are already riddled with depression. The ones who can't escape, and have no desire to. The worst side effect of boredom is that once you have it, you relish in it. You spend nights alone, with nothing to do and no reason to attempt anything more. Boredom is an ever growing problem in this day and age. We've all lost loved ones to this epidemic, and will all lose more. Just be careful, and don't lose yourself.
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Don't fear death. It does nothing for you. Death is at every turn; the challenge is if you choose to accept it or not. Don't fear pain. Pain is how you learn. Pain is the side-effect of life. If you live life fearing getting hurt...can you truly live life fully? I've felt pain. I've accepted death. I've lived, I've learned, I've drowned a few times. If all I have to show for it is small bundles of letters and words...so be it. That's more than I could have ever hoped for. Everything that means anything to me are just words. You can put anything into words. Anything and everything. You can put death into words. You can put pain into words. You can put fear into words. And I have. And you can read them, if you want. You can learn from them; learn to stop fearing, learn to stop living in the future, behind your mask. But only if you care enough to listen. I speak loud and clear, yet nobody can hear me. I am not hidden, yet nobody can find me. If they even try.

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