Sometimes it fucking blows my mind how everyone has their own world, if that makes any sense.
There's like this whole self constructed maze of thoughts and experiences and ideas floating around.
And the craziest part is you will never EVER know 100% what it's like in there.
Somebody else's brain process could be completely different than yours is.
All you really are is a brain controlling your own machine of flesh and bone anyway.
That's enough. I'm gonna kill all my brain cells if I keep thinking about this.
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17th Mountain
PoetryMy 17th birthday is on the 18th of january. I just wanna know how I'm still alive. Wtf here is a poetry montage of my emotional,spiritual and overall growth since I was a yung thang.
