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Ode to my Mind Dear Mind, They called me something crazy when I looked up at the sky to tempt the raging storm clouds and proclaim “I’ll never die!” They called me something foolish when I jumped out of a plane, laughing as I pulled the chord - they all thought I was insane. They called me something bonkers as I took that hundred dollar bill and gave it to a homeless man just to hear his laughter trill. They called me something psycho as my face spread a devilish grin. “I’ve gone and lost my mind,” I said but losing you was my biggest win.
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