Suffocate.

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There are times when I think that my room is too small for my thoughts.

There are times when the world suffocates me.

The world has set a standard for all of us and sometimes I think the only escape from this world of expectations is death. I keep on thinking of escaping the burden of doing what people expect of you. Sometimes, I wish that my screw ups will be enough for people to stop believing in me. I’m lying bed thinking of what death feels like. Is it nothingness? Will there be gates of heaven or hell waiting for me? I think death is painful, especially when it’s a slow one. That little time of knowing that you are leaving behind the things and people that are important to you with no choice. Will my life flash before my very eyes? Will it be very fast or is it it in slow motion?

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