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Do I have the right to have a single thought of my own?

That's all I asked for.

Just one is all I wanted.

I wanted the thought that I can fight against death.

The thought that, in a way, meant that I could be immortal.

But that thought wasn't what I got.

The thought I received was different.

It was dark, cold, and damp.

It was like a trap.

I was stuck in my own mind.

My own mind was holding me prisoner.

That one immortal thought caused me months of grief.

But you came along and set me free to think for what life was.

Not what was at the end of it.

But yet, I have another thought.

Oh, no.

Here it goes again.

Now what do I do?

I know!

I just won't think.

But then, what if I think that not thinking about thinking is a bad idea when I think about it?

I have a headache.

A big headache.

Ay, me.

I'm just destined to have that one thought,

No matter what it shall be.