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My brain is not a puzzle piece Its tangled strings of thought You are not here to put me back together I am here to simply untangle myself Each tangled string is complete and strong They shine with bright colors of the rainbow It's truly beautiful My brain is not that of the ones around me It is my abstract painting Placed in a museum with a crowd of young and old Some say it's not art And grunt as they walk by While others jot down ideas On how to perfect their own piece My brain is truly and thoroughly my own My own to shape And my own to love

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