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Feb 2018
We think,
We feel,
We are our own mind,
But our minds aren’t just,
We may feel pain and your mind makes it worse,
Like love.
The kind you know would never happen,
You try to hide what’s inside,
From yourself,
It your mind always finds a way,
A way to remind you,
It changes you,
You become someone you’re not,
and it hurts,
Your mind hurts.
Written by
Alfred De Beetham
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