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There’s the problem. The second word, ‘thought’. That word is soft, mushy and without substance. It will draw you in, paint your mind in fantastic illusive colors and then without warning transform to black.
I thought I was happy.
I thought I was hungry.
I thought I was in love.
I thought I hated.
I thought people cared.
I thought no one cared.
I thought….I thought….I thought….I thought….
I’ll have it engraved on my tombstone.