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I think too much.I can come out of my mind, and sometimes I wield a flamethrower and burn away the bracken and brambles and thorny vines that I'm always stepping through. They always grow back, but I usually remember they're there. Being inside my head is interesting. I second- and third- and fourth- guess myself so many times, I'm a whole hall of mirrors. I've reflected myself into infinity before I say anything at all.The life I live is like trying fresh peaches for the first time, when you've only grown up with peaches from the can. There's so much more flavor...