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Wild Imagination


In my mind is where I go, just to get away 

It's a secret, but never vague. 

As my imagination is very rambunctious 

No one can enter or be liberated

Takes a picture of you for memory

CLICK!

Captures the mind, body, and soul.

And messes with the heart.

My mind is a magician

Sends out illusions, and plays tricks on my body

Making decisions

Good or bad

It's a secret, but never vague

Haunts me at night with the memory of each sin

Whimscal and Invigorated

Just playing silly games for entertainment 

And laughing at my stupidity

100 years of pain and running from horror

Feeling crazy and insane

But, my mind is me

It's a secret, but never vague  

 

 

 

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