Sometimes I feel like a corpse. Why couldn't they have left me peacefully in my grave? Why do I have to cope with this awful thing we call life?

Other times I feel so alive that I don't understand how I ever could have felt another way. I don't know why I felt and acted the way I did.

This is for the times when I want to feel less dead, or alternatively, less alive.

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