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Helpless

My brain, in the middle of the night
while I'm sleeping,  
is trying to figure out,
without my knowabouts,
how to get out of my skull.
 
I can't get it out of my head  
now that I have absolutely no way  
to communicate with my brain,  
to tell it to calm down.  
 
Fascinating. The mind.  
The darkness  
within the darkness.  
The murmed brain that expels the thought.      
Written by Pishashee
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Author's Note
Trying to realize where I come from.   I stay amused with myself.
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