My mind is a jumbled mess that not even I can comprehend.
It is a series of numbers and letters forming some code that I can not crack.
There are multiple twists and turns that I can not keep track of.
My thoughts are some coded message that even the smartest person in the world can not decipher.
I am at war with myself.
No one can save me from myself, no matter how many superheroes the world comes up with.
And because of this I can not stand the deepest, darkest corners of my mind.
There are things I need to come to terms with myself that I can not do.
The mind is something that no one can figure out.
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Short Story"Sometimes when I say 'I'm ok', I want someone to look me in the eyes, hug me tight and say, 'I know you're not'" -Unknown
