Sometimes I wish I couldn't think at all.
My life would be really... so perfect if I wasn't able to think.
It's weird to think that thinking is a weird thing.
Thinking can be a bad thing
when you overthink something
you shouldn't be thinking.
And I think a lot.
Like a cancer, it spreads and takes place within the depths of my soul and I've been idle for so long.
I can't run away.
I can't run to face it.
I am scared thus paralized.
This idle life of mine is torture.
But I can't make it stop.
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