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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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