When the thoughts get to much I write
I write it all
I write until I can't anymore
Until my brain feels slightly drained
I think the only reason I'm alive is because I write
I have to do it
I need it
How else would I deal with my brain?
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A Glimpse Into My Brain
PoetryMy jumbled up brain written out in poetry Please read the note in the book before reading
