Panda-pneumonium

It’s like people have been dying to be afraid of dying to make their lives more alive - but how can you really be alive if you live a life afraid of dying

 Edit: I didn't realise it wasn't normal to be happy to be alive but also happy to be dead :/ Found being happy to be dead as a symptom of someone being suicidal, but I'm also happy to be alive? 
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