All I can do is await my death, I fear to do anything, all I do is consume, it’s unsightly, the world wants nothing to do with me, I avoid accidents, I don’t play games, everything is so real, is it alive, like thinking the wrong way, can simply end me, there is no desire, there is no humanity, it’s like I'm naked, everything I do, say, or think, is clear to say, it echoes, and there’s responses, reactions, it criticizes, and it guides, I must be passive, all the time, I fear if I think wrongly, I'll die, what is happening to me, is there an episode waiting for me, it’s like events are always happening, why, I don’t know, but it’s scary, I remember when I was a kid, I didn’t think anything could harm me, I would wander the streets, without fear, now I feel as if there's a wrong turn, and I’ll end up fighting, struggling to live, I do everything with fore-thinking, if I didn’t have that, I’d end up losing, what’s next, the daylight waits for me, it will probably be a struggle with my feelings, I’m just going to let go, I want to stop trying, then the night comes, and I feel like I’m dying, the cycle never ends.

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