A mind is a wounderous thing.
Thoughts and pictures swim together.
Weaving in, out and around each other.
Coming so close but never meeting.
Not wanting to stop.
Who am I?
What am I doing?
Love? What is this?
Memories.
Fears.
Friendship? No. This doesn't exist.
Ideas.
Creations.
When will they come together?
Jumbled, scrambled thoughts.
Always jumping back and
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