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Jun 2020
My thinking is slowly becoming different as I check behind my shoulders each time to secure myself
Rarely never on the influence so all I think about is the reality that I can only see by myself.

Mind clouded but in reality nothing seems to make sense anymore as I dodge every arrow
But looking feeble and weak each time I am baked make you wish you had a wheelbarrow.

People ask me why am I thoughts so different like I am seeing a new reality
The following was what ensured when a paranoid thinker showed them a new reality.
The way our head spins while we think deeply makes me realise how different we are. The very fact that our specie is rare and unique brings out the thoughts that cloud even the darkest minds.☁️
Written by
Mark kenny  27/M/Nigeria
   Sk Abdul Aziz and Mark S
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