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MY mind


This is my mind, set it free

to ponder on things that matter to me

You may present things, teach things

but be not surprised by the obstinance it brings

It is fine except when you force it in my head

Some things we must learn, but others should be left where said

I am tired, exhausted

What i should know has been lost and...

fading

Faintly i care

To me it does not matter much

In the end we learn what we must

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