Mind Map
My mind is a maze
Every corner leads to a new idea
And there is never an end to any one thought
They all just flow into the next one
But this is a poison as much as a gift
For sometimes I lose the map to the maze of my mind
And my mind is a terrifying place to get lost
I turn left for science and recieve violent memories
So I ry a right only to find self doubt
And after every few turns, of course, these is another panic attack to tame
So yes my mind is colorful bright and loud
But it’s also not uncommon for someone to have a seizure from the edm concert
every once in awhile
I have found this the most unpleasant of gifts
But also the one I am the most hurtful for
There is something to be said in that
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