Sometimes I fight with myself.
I can't help it.
Before the thoughts are completely formed in my head, tangents break out and create chaos.
The devil's advocate likes to play in my head.
My opinions, once finally formed, are like concrete.
Nearly permanent with their massive weight.
It takes mountains to move them.
Even while I struggle to release myself,
the mix is drying around you.
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