My Mind
The way I tick is strange.
My mind whisphers words from the shadows.
Slipping in things that can help.
A small understanding as the gears tick.
I'm focused.
My mind is sharp, allowing me to think clearly.
Everything is in place as the whisphers stop.
I'm learning.
My mind is in perfect harmony.
I'm free.
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