the path isnt deep
just under my skull
its hard as a rock
to help guard it all
info of life
stored within
buncha mushy shit
if you dare to look in
theres not much there
some dust, cob-webs
and a box
with nothing in it
i'm leaving my mind behind
i found it useless
its only brought pain
sadness to the unwilling
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