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Mind of Matter


I cannot live.

Without.

My Mind.

It is powerful.

It takes me from

wonderland

to reality.

From hard nights of work

to the peaceful sunday mornings near the fire

I've been from paris to Dubai

From places filled with vivid, lush green forests abundant in colorful flowers and small animals

to cities with towering, grey skyscrapers around, ever busy street intersections, overlooking the city

ALL THROUGH MY MIND.

What is important to me?

What can't I live without?

They ask, and I simply reply with

My mind, filled with everything from numbers to physics.

From I cannot do this to one day I will Achieve.

Without my mind I am nothing.

What is important to me?

My Mind.

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