My Brain

 Brain

My brain isn’t an intricate, super intelligent machine

It’s not something anyone else has, it would seem

It’s my broken and confused thing in my head

That will stop when i am dead

Until then its mine, and i know it, and its sometimes crazy

It gets confused,

It stumbles

It glitches

But usually there when its needed

But, yes,  its mine

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