I Can't Turn It Off
There it is again.
It happens all the time.
Everyday. Everynight. Every hour. Every minute.
Every second.
It rushes to my head, and I can feel despair all over again.
Why is this happening?
Why can't I escape this?
I feel despair.
I look into the eyes of my friends.
They're going to die.
I look into the eyes of my family.
They're going to die.
I don't want to think like this, but I can't help feeling sad after feeling this much happy
This is all going to end one day, I think to myself.
I don't want to lose the people I love.
I don't want these great moments to go.
I want to stop feeling despair.
I know these feelings will vanish when my thought process changes.
I know these feelings will change when I stop thinking of the potential pain.
I want to be free.
Living in the now.
Death is coming for all, but I must live in the now.
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