Mind Full, Not Mindful
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Última publicación dom, ene 8, 2017
Poems. Poetic philosophy. Humor poems, perhaps. This is something to me. Poetry is what you make it. So this is what you want.
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The depths of my mind and dialogue of it all. My thoughts. My fakeness. My lies. My confessions. My Raw mental conversations. My weakness. My complicated life. The nonsense that creeps up in my head when I'm thinking. There is no need to understand. There is no need to feel pity. This is Thursday.
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