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dear felix

been having some what park calls "deep and mildly disturbing thought patterns".

in other words, i've been complentating death.

we're all going to die someday, felix. except you. you will continue, for an eternity, as the world spins and the stars glow and fade, and as the final lights drift from the sky, you will be there. forevermore.

scary word, huh? forevermore.

forever is an awfully long time, felix. and i have no doubt that you will exist until the end of infinty.

i, however, will sputter out, my life like a flickering flame, burning bright and then snuffed out.

and my problems will be insignificant in this world, nowhere near consequential.

felix, i'm scared.

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