I have been thinking almost perpetually for almost the past six months--and don't take that to mean that I wasn't thinking perpetually before that! I am always thinking, but the nature of my thoughts has changed this past half-a-year. The change in my thinking is what makes me think about it all the more: who am I? Sometimes I suspect that I don't even know and that fact is terrifying. As I exist in a shell of who I used to be, all the while knowing that the differences in my outside are profound, yet nothing compared with the changes to my inside.
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