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The Psyche Of Mine

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alive blind brain conversations feelings feels life living mental move myself pain psyche psychological sad see soul thoughts wander wonder

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I've never really known how to move, where to see or what to feel.. 
But sometimes,
I have moved enough to be alive,
I have seen enough to not go blind, 
And I have felt words enough to feel..
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Its my first time properly penning down my thoughts and whatnot.. sometimes theyre great.. and other times they're kinda like gibberish.. 
But they're my thoughts..
maybe some of you will relate with them.. and can understand where im coming from..?
hopefully you guys like this..
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Please do vote if you like my work..
And if you would like me to write about some of your thoughts or feel like there's something missing in my work that you would like to see.. then please do comment and let me know..
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**I hope you enjoy**

** written in essays & poems**All Rights Reserved

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