A Young Adult's Mind
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Where is my mind?
Where is my heart?
Where is my life?
All I got is my body.
My dreams are lost
My hopes are hopeless
I'm stuck in a tarpit,
And I cannot focus.
I try to get up
But I don't have the willpower.
All I got is my body
But that version of me is gone.
So...
Where is my mind?
Where is my mind?
Where is my mind?
Who was I?
Who am I?
And where is my mind?
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