The Chaotic Existence Of Ophelia
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Before you are to understand this story you must understand this; the human mind is beautiful, there is no doubt about that. But when it is not exercised to the full extent of its potential, it seems to be a waste to those who have almost reached the full lengths of their mindscape. Those who have have realized that thoughts like these can come crashing down on themselves, and though these people have discovered their ability to fully explore the vast ocean of deep thought, there is an inevitable sadness that comes with it, because this ocean is cold and lonely, and the chill of the waves is powerful to set in.
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