My poor brain. If it wasn't s contradictive to say that I feel sorry for it, I would. And I do. My brain works so different it's not even funny. One phrase, one song, one word, one view, one lyric, one thing is all it takes for me to sit and think about something for hours, days, weeks, or even months at a time. It's really sad, actually. I can't
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