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MY disturbed mind


To be disturbed,

is to be obscured.

But thats what I am, 

a disturbed person who is a nerd,

Who is disturbed by the presence of the world.

To not be afraid, 

is to absorb knowledge that is gained, 

and to not be disturbed, is to push away the fear that is learned.

But Even though I am disturbed, 

my mind is always alurt.

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