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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