Oh, my brain, my brain it’s dead,
I forget every word me, myself, and I have said.
Blank minded, blank stare,
no memories found anywhere.
My brain it’s dust; it gets blown around,
I listen closely, silent, no fainted sound.
Empty notions, empty thoughts,
it’s the words said that I’ve forgot.
I'm speechless.
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Author:
Maplespal (Pseudonym) (
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