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Thoughts that just flow through the brain
Never stopping
Sometimes never coming to full expression
Sometimes never even existing but a faint urge
Whirling
Twirling
Anxiety of the human brain
Useless words in the head
Become useless on paper for future fliers of the mind
To express
Compress
Dissect
And be deemed worthy of philosophical discussions if nothing more than a child's bedtime book
Creativity to the highest extent is given
Shown to others
And expressed with enthusiasm
Not for money or to be known
But for pure love
And hopefully a step closer trudged toward something like sanity
To choose to fall back on art
When you are the artist
Digression is a suicide for non-creative minds
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