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My brain is like a light switch
It can quickly go from light to dark
Sometimes I don't know what I am thinking
Sometimes my brain goes on a lark
Don't know where these thoughts come from
They must be buried deep inside of me
Every now and then they poke through
Come out in shards of pain and misery
I can feel the bugs chewing the wires
They are trying to chew their way through
I dare not say a word to anyone
Or they will think of me like you
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How we observe and how we reflect.
The observations and reflections of a traveller in a foreign land.
The facades of a perfect home.
This peom is about a woman in my life, who is suppose to be there for me but is not.
Dreams, desires, id and ego.