My Mind

Its deep, mysterious and unknown, creative insightful and always dreaming it insists on nothing but new information to feed on, it holds thoughts only I have experienced and when I'm lying in bed at night it races on thinking wondering and puting together the unexplainable like how the world came to be until I have nothing left and I fall asleep, but its not done yet, it keeps dreaming while im asleep and never stops working. Its my Mind


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