Mind Over Matter
I sit in silence with nothing but the whispering of the wind. I can hear my mind pounding inside my brain, the wheels turning with new ideas and thoughts that I can no longer share with others. The only thing I need, the only thing that I cannot bear living without, my cognition.
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