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My mind is empty A blank canvas or rather A well run dry Feelings stepped on by thoughts Rationally assembled A shell left behind I can't escape my thoughts they approach faster still as my own mind draws dull
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Mar 11
Mar 11, 2026 at 6:25 AM UTC
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My mind is empty A blank canvas or rather A well run dry Feelings stepped on by thoughts Rationally assembled A shell left behind I can't escape my thoughts they approach faster still as my own mind draws dull
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Mar 11
Mar 11, 2026 at 6:25 AM UTC
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