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The mind is a blade.


The mind is sharp its as if it can cut through any problem

any obstacle in the way having no limits.

The mind is free like air and as flexible as one

it sometimes roams around sometimes .

The mind is a blade that can be only sharpened with knowledge 

it gets even beater when you graduate college.

The mind gets rusted like an old raiser when its wet and and not

droid it oxidizes. mind gets this symptoms from drugs, killing each

and every brain cell.

The mid needs to be sharp always staying away from drugs. floating

like a ark above from the rest.

The sharpness of the mind. 

 

 

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