My mind...
My mind is like a mountian,sometimes I crumble but I am usually standing tall.
My dreams are like the peak,
they compleate me as an individual.
My memories are like the rocks,
they were my seeds, but now my foundation.
My strength are like the trees,
swaying high above; they cover me when I need them the most.
My thoughts are like the clouds,
they are at the top and no one can reach them, not even me.
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