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I'm ashamed to admit that I have thoughts of dying. Staring over the edge of a balcony imagining the cool air graze the skin as I fall into finality. The moment of infinity turns finite. The last breath of air and the pull of gravity make for one more sweet song ringing through my ears before it all turns silent. These last thoughts spent on my personal demise as the final act of selfishness. It all sounds beautiful but don't believe the weather is perfect the day that you die.