your mind—it’s so placid, straightforward, barely-used. mine’s like an engine, racing out of control. a rocket, tearing itself to pieces, trapped on the launch pad.
your mind—it’s so placid, straightforward, barely-used. mine’s like an engine, racing out of control. a rocket, tearing itself to pieces, trapped on the launch pad.
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