The mind is a beautiful and fragile thing
We need to be mindful to keep sane
We need to think to avoid trauma
We need to remember to feel loved
Sometimes the mind betrays us
Sometimes it leaves us alone
Sometimes it feels cracked into a million fragments.
Sorry, I'm not available for you today.
Sorry, for the pain today.
Sorry, I can not carry you today.
Why is something so precious so dangerous?
Yes a very fragile thing, this mind of ours, but I guess every beautiful thing in our lives comes with a price.
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