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This silence is killing me. Was it too much? Am I that annoying? Should I give them space? The mind is a powerful thing Because it can make or break someone's day With all the crazy concoctions And scenarios it cooks up And the pain it inflicts Even when there is nothing there. It's all about interpretation. The mind can help you pass a test Or make you fail. The mind can make a dream come true Or ruin it with the nightmare of Reality. The mind is where I see you and me. The mind is where I am free. From pain. From torture. From life. My mind is where I go When I can look in the mirror No more.
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Apr 14, 2014
Apr 14, 2014 at 2:08 PM UTC
Faults of an Overactive Mind
This silence is killing me. Was it too much? Am I that annoying? Should I give them space? The mind is a powerful thing Because it can make or break someone's day With all the crazy concoctions And scenarios it cooks up And the pain it inflicts Even when there is nothing there. It's all about interpretation. The mind can help you pass a test Or make you fail. The mind can make a dream come true Or ruin it with the nightmare of Reality. The mind is where I see you and me. The mind is where I am free. From pain. From torture. From life. My mind is where I go When I can look in the mirror No more.
katie-biesiada
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Apr 14, 2014
Apr 14, 2014 at 2:08 PM UTC
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