The pit of all our thoughts.

Its ways will amaze us

...and sometimes give us the panic of our lives.

From the existence of a higher being, to the fearful paranoid thoughts in the dark creases of our beds at night.

Regardless of whether these thoughts are wanted or not, they're always there...even when we are not noticing their existence.

The dreams that seep into our unpleasant unconscious thoughts..revealing to us our shunned away memories.

...Our mind --this unforgiving pit-- is the key holder to all these dreadful things..

Its allowance of everything we hate the most.... as we can never seem to remember the "good" in life.

That life threatening accident.... every...single one...Is imprinted in our minds.

But yet, why are we still sane?

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