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My Mind


Where does my mind go you ask. To tell the truth, I don't know. I'm a strange child I must admit. My emotions are weird. The way I think is unusual. I can be happy and still think of pain and hurts . Or I can be miserable and think of nothing. I don't know why I think of odd and unsavory things. It's like I take a trip to the moon and come back down just to check in. Then I'm out again. You will never understand but you try. So I guess I know where my mind goes just don't ask to follow.
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