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This is a story of my mind, mind you my mind is my own. I cannot say for what you know, or don’t know. How you think. I only know my mind. I can only see through my eyes, and the past eyes of all the times that have past me by. A poetic mind,

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Imagine you see someone walking down the street and the moment slows, you think to yourself what it would be like if you went and talk to them. If maybe you’d create a relationship and fall in love, or they’d blow you off, or anywhere in-between. Within that split second of thought you spawn a