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life thoughts

Why is it that when I'm surrounded by the most people, 

I feel the most alone?

 

That when I think of the billions of other 

living,

breathing

humans,

I feel a pit in my stomach,

swallowing me up from the inside, 

overpowering me with all-consuming darkness. 

 

How can a single grain of sand 

feel remembered,

when it looks the same 

as billions of others?

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