The Mind
THE MIND
What is this mysterious place where you go when you feel or unrest or unsafe come on it’s a complex tool of the human body we use it everyday it makes us function different ways this place you go deep inside its like traveling to a unknown destination you may never find its not a crime soon you will find why we use this so much and use time with this thing which we need it to helps us survive in this ceaseless place we live and strive even when we die this thing continues to thrive who would have thought this detailed utensil would be that thing called the mind
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