Apr 2012
My Mind.
Moves me.
It does it all the time.
My soul takes second place.
In this human race.
But how much I try.
I can not stop my mind.
From running on.
Moves me.
It does it all the time.
My soul takes second place.
In this human race.
But how much I try.
I can not stop my mind.
From running on.
(64/M/England)
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