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Sometimes I just think about things let my mind run, as free as the creek which babbles furiously at the injustice of the world I think about school people friends food the inevitability of the doom of the human race boomers to millenials to zoomers to doomers to DEATH I'm scared scared scared scared scared of all the stuff there is to think about ok now. that's enough of that. I'll be happy now with the time I have left content with my demise smiling at the death of all the fake things I care about

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