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00 - The Brain


My mind is one hell of a place,

and so is yours.

 

Sometimes I find myself confused at my own thoughts,

Questioning how the organ in my skull torments me so well,

 

but keeps me sane enough to still be fascinated by its confusion.

 

The organ that feels no pain,

But carries the deepest scars that haunt us.

 

I thought to myself; why not share what my mind bullies me with,

better to laugh at it than deny.

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