No more neurons
are needed
to illuminate my brain.
No more dopamine
is needed
to cheer my heart.
I need a poison
named "you"
to pour into my veins
to feel life.
What you focus
"Your thoughts are the brushstrokes that paint the canvas of your reality. What you focus on is what will eventually grow and shape t...
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