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Your mind you will not know.


You think night is the time of rest but there is so much that you don't know. Night is the busiest time of the day. Your mind is working in overdrive deciphering wrong from right. Your mind knows more than you do but is selfish in it's might. Dreams are reality playing your a movie as you would to distract a kid. What if we saw what our minds see? We would not be able to even comprehend.

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