My Mind
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A cloud space of my thoughts come around
Though usually when I'm feeling down
It piles up in loads I'm still unsure why
Night and day I lie awake trying not to supply
Those thoughts are the ones that fill my mind
Negative or positive my brain can't decide
One after another they try and find a way to align
Like the stars In the night sky
Mostly at night are when they come alive
It can sometimes leave me sleep deprived
But it's fine because it's my little world
That can lead me to a place I've never been before
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My mind can be a wild place sometimes
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Vintagely Me
Poetryvin•tage (noun) the year or place in which wine, especially wine of high quality, was produced.
