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The Mind


Life is like a mind full of suicidal thoughts <br />Its all fun and games till someone get caught <br />The power house of the body, mind, not brain <br />Some people stop at nothing till they are slain <br />Thoughts go to your mind <br />Your mind does a process <br />Till it comes to the mouth <br />and comes out the softest <br />the mind is a room in which we use to escape <br />the harsh realities of life, and mistakes that were made <br />in shock we are because of our mind state <br />we do nothing wrong to neutralize crime rate <br />it’s time to break free of the chains bonding <br />keeping the mind captive and have you forever finding <br />a cure to a non existent curse <br />making the mind go crazy by the grabbing of a shirt <br />the brain grows in process over time <br />keeping you in this small room called <br />the mind


by soulofpac94




submitted May 12th, 2010 at 9:21am

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