Mixed thoughts. Mixed feelings. Swirling ideas. It all happens in one mind. Some are the same. Some are different. Some make you weep on your knees as you beg the pain to go silent with the words of a poem. Others make you feel the relief of getting it off your mind. Keeping it quiet. Keeping it happy and keeping you happy. Helping you sleep at night. Others just because. Just because you thought of a love story. A happy ending to a book. A chapter. A page. A world of which you made. What if you put that all into one story. Or a couple thousand short stories. Coming to together as one to describe the human that settles down on this world. Who all thought of this because of a thought. Or an idea.
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