So you decide to go and get some coffee. It always relaxes you. So you head to the lounge and get a cup. You get a always get decaf wih extra sugar. You then realise, you don't. You've never even liked coffee. You then realise this voice. Its always been there, yoi know it. Its been telling you what to do, and narrating your whole life story. Its like your in some kind of story. You start thinking, am I mad? You think, what I'm I doing here? Are my choices really mine, or are they just thought up for me. Do I even get a choice in my life? As all these questions appear, your heart starts racing. You feel like you going to explode. You try to calm dawn but you've just gone insane in the matter of seconds. Soon your banging your head against the wall, trying to get this voice out of your head, but it dosn't seen to go away. And as you take your final breaths, you convince yourself nothing exists and you are just a dream. As you take your last breath, you've reached insanity. Thats why you never question me Stanley. Never.
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