"Your mind; it’s so placid, straight-forward, barely used. Mine’s like an engine, racing out of control; a rocket tearing itself to pieces, trapped on the launchpad… I envy you."
A madman without a box.
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"Your mind; it’s so placid, straight-forward, barely used. Mine’s like an engine, racing out of control; a rocket tearing itself to pieces, trapped on the launchpad… I envy you."
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