there isnt a day that goes by that i dont have a second thought, what about this, what if, what about that, and i'm so tired of it, of tired of thinking full stop, and yet i cant stop it, even when i sleep i'm thinking, when i eat, when i shower, to cease this internal ruckas would be a blessing, sometimes i think it wouold be better to just die, and then it will stop, sometimes i tell myself it would be better to be dead because then i wouldnt have work, or i wouldnt have listen to loud lazy kids all day, and this and that, and then i get tired of thinking this and that, maybe i'm just trying to fend of my fear of death, maybe i'm deluding myself so i wont be afraid, but then what is there to be afraid of, if i die, i die thats it, then i can rest, but then what would i miss out, who will miss out on the help i could have offered, and the help i miss out on, i wish there was a volume button in my head so i could mute the noise, the doubt the secong guessing, the constant nagging, and the stupidity of my own ego trying to compete with others, putting myself down, building myself up, the less i think the better i can do, the better i can do the better for everybody, i wish i wish i wish i wish, i wish that this ego would run away, and find something else to do other than bother me all day ive got things to do, when will the noise stop
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