disturbing facts

. You've probably already walked past someone who's killed Someone. Most murders go unsolve and not all killers are caught. 
. One wrong fallcan turn you into a conscious body with no control. Locked-in syndrome means you're aware but completely paralyzed you can't even scream. 
. There are more vacant homes in the U.S. than homeless people. Meaning homelessness is choice made by the system. 
. If the sun exploded, we wouldn't know for 8 minutes! You'd be living your life lik normal. already doomed. 
 .Prisoners in solitary confinement have reported hearing voices, Music, and even laughter Your brain will invent a reality if it's deprived of one.
.. You've probably already walked past someone who'skilled Someone. Most murders go Unsolve and not all killers are caught
.. There are ancient diseases frozen in Arctic ice right now. If the ice melts, humanity might be exposedto plagues we can't fight.
.. The average human walks past 36 murderers in their lifetime. It could've been the guy behind you at the gas station. 
..A person can be declared dead while still blinking and moving. The line between"alive" and "dead" isn't as clear as you think
... Nobodý actually knows what happens when yOU die. For all our science, we still haven't cracked that final moment and no one who's seen it can come back and tell you
.. You will never-know the exact moment VOU f ifell asleep. But your brain knows the exact second yOU neve woke up


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