Mind Games
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"𝘋𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦?"
"𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘭...𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘐'𝘮 𝘢𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶"
You ever wonder why certain things happen?
Maybe it's our mind that penatrates us to make the actions from our thoughts.
The mind is a dangerous place to be in. It teaches us to think before we actually do things. But what if you didn't though and just did it? The world would go mad..because we would have everything to our advantage.
Just like I had him. I was his game that his mind had to constantly replay. But what happens if the mind outsmarts us all?
*All poems are written by me!*
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