Thought Catalog
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I spend a lot of time thinking and exploring abstract concepts. As such today I thought, why not just write them down? My friend had a few words of encouragement and now I'm here about to begin. Most of this is just whatever comes to my mind, and let me tell you right here, in there is a mess. Worse than that my thought process is like a runaway train, or more like a jetpack fitted with faulty teleporting gear. If you have trouble picturing that, then uummm…just imagine Flash running with the hiccups. I think you guys get the gist of it…
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