Please sir, give me my mind back... please...
I can\'t think... good... umm... without it... please...
There are spaces filled with dots without it... now...
Please, you don\'t really need it... its not all that good anyhow...
Barely a mind at all... just a few thoughts in a canvas baggie...
A slightly confused dream and a memory clinging on to a straw...
Nothing important... umm... can I please... pretty please have it back?
Pretty please with chocolate sprinkles and a tiny umbrella...
smothered in whipped cream and a whisk of brown sugar feathered upon...
And that\'s how you make a perfect... wait... lemme read what I wrote...
Oh yea, I was begging for my brain... please oh wondrous onely one...
Grant me the incredible angst of forethought and feverish doubt...
Or something that could be interpreted as...
Please sir, please, I beg you, please... pretty sir with eyes of compassion
gimme my freaking brain back!
No, I didn\'t mean that... surely I didn\'t... Please, I beg you...
Don\'t eat my coconut!
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