Folded
Wish I had half a brain
Bricks to fill the void in my head
Wrinkled and stained
Intelligence is but a soul beheaded
Big words were never an attribute
Amassing descriptions to loneliness
Why can't we just call it solitude
Synonyms alongside this dark fortress
Half wits aren't so bad
Rest assured your worries diminish
Analysis a loyal companion
To every syllable I intend to finish
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