When I was born with a fresh mind
In a burkious and rockious determination
Who am I to tell my minded minds
I was distracted by many minds
But I count myself as force
The day my dark mind begins
It was like I am in the forest
But I had to be mindful
Because I make a wrong choice
Who am I going to tell my minded minds
Because I always feel conveyed
And to think of things to make my feeling
Though I was stirred
Because I thought I couldn't do it
But I did it well better
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