The Mind - 1st Floor

The Mind - 1st Floor

All we ever lived for was gone...
'That should do it...'
"Are you serious? That same bullshit, AGAIN?!"
'What do you mean?'
"Come on! You know what I mean!"
'...'
"Just write something original!"
'I'm trying!'
"No you're not! It has to come from your heart, just say what you want to say!"
'I can't'
"No. You just don't want to tell it!"
'Please, don't start again about this!'
"I'll continue to say this until you told that person."
'But... What if...'
"No! And your poem still sucks! So finish it!"
'But... Pete liked it...'
"He just said that to get rid of you."
'Ok... Ok...'
I wish you could look into my mind to read this poem like it should be.
'Ok? Satisfied now?'
"Well... Actually, this does fit. I would say it's ok for now."
'Ok, bye then, I'll see you later!'


"Back again?"
'Yes, I remembered something...'
"Ok. What is it?"
'I thought... Maybe that dream has something to do with it...'
"You should relax!"
'I can't Nothing will happen when I don't do something.'
"Just go to bed! Relax!"
'I... I can't... I can't do a thing...'
"Yes you can go to bed. Just stick to your plan."
'You're sure...?'
"Yes, you should act on the New day."
'... I guess you're right.'
"Just go to bed now; relax..."
'...'
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