My mind whirs and twirls and swirls.
It's so full off new ideas, new words and new concepts.
My mind races,
Sometimes fast, sometimes slow but mostly, really fast and out of control.
I love and hate my mind.
I love it when it gives me ideas.
I hate it when it floods me with haunting thoughts.
My mind, is a wonderful thing.
My mind, is also, a dangerous thing.
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Epigrams
PoetryIt appears you've found my book and before you decide to read it's contents, know that... These poems are everything that is me. (Also the cover was made by my buddy FierroThorne!)
