...Sception
A universe within a mind
No tiny detail left behind.
All gods and men made on the plane
of some omniscient spirit brain.
All feelings, things and men alike
All subject to a cerebral swipe.
So, when men die and don’t draw air
Does this great mind really care?
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I'm a mentally wandering, introverted, high school senior. I hope to become a freelance writer, and am going to major in English. Writing is a way for me to express myself in ways I could not in real life. I'm quite shy, but I have a lot to say, so therein lies my predicament. Anyway, I hope reading my work brings you all those dank positive vibes. Plz Enjoy :)
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