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I have no thoughts.. only sequences of what my thoughts should be like.. no beginning, no end.. only fragments of a clear view. I don't see my memories.. i don't visualize them as I should.. i only see sequence of what my life was.. everything is so interrupted.. nothing is clear.. it's always missing a sequence... I don't seem to reason myself anymore.. it's like... if my thought was consisting of 10 sequences and i would be able to capture them in the logical order, then i would have a flawless thought.. but i never get that.. i get 8 sequences , 12 sequences...always missing something.. always adding something.. it gets rather confusing and tiring. . can't I just get hold of a thought without torturing it with my ever elusive questions?
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