MAYBE ..

the things a human can ruin the most are self, and thoughts.

 the thoughts we know not where they go when they're bottled.. when they're forgotten..
     where do thoughts go when they are forgotten?

 do they fly to that mountain of little details that we ignored once before?

 until when? until we become those of mental disorders and the end of our path is a resting area with the name of ''insane''?

 my soul is a grave yard for my thoughts.. resting in peace, going to an unknown place..

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⫷L u n a⫸