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Story Of My Mind
Story Of My Mind
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She is the prisoner of her own intellect,
She is the prisoner of her own shoes,
Her spirit dodges everywhere,
Yet tied where she doesn't belong.
She is everywhere but nowhere,
She has the psyche of anonymity,
Words fall short to describe her.
To interpret her is illicit,
To be acquainted with her,
Walk in her shoes and reach miles before you cease.
She herself can't appraise,
She herself can't affiance.
She is at oblivion,
Sometimes her mind rules her heart,
Another time her heart makes her lose her mind!
