My mind is foggy,

a place where nobody goes,

the treacherous brick path

leads to my soul.

Watch your step,

for there is little light,

so make sure to bring

something with you, when

strolling at night.

The path is at the crossroad,

marked with cryptic crossbones.

Turn around,

before things get hectic,

for you'll learn that my mind

is somewhat defective.

Make the wrong decision

on trying to pick my brain,

You may lose yourself,

feeling my pain.

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10:57 PM

3/7/20

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