My Brain
There is something going on inside my head. Some days it encourages me to push through the day,
other times it holds me back like I have shackels on my head. This thing in my head carries a key
to my life, all the knowledge connected to me. Some days, it gets tired. Some days it is wired.
But all the days, through thick and thin, it stays with me. It never leaves me even when I over use
it. Thinking that over thinking is the worst thing to do, by me, it still gets done. This thing in my
head will forever represent a part of me and my life. Understanding that this thing, in my head,
will help me go far in life, I use it abundantly. This thing in my head is my brain.
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