My brain is full of too many things. If I could grab a tap and lodge it into my skull and turn it on - so many things would all come pouring out. Dirty little secrets I've kept for so long, moments I long to forget; so many pretty pretty words.
But so many other things would all come tumbling out. I'd lose so many things. My talents and dreams and all would come spilling out of my brain tap and spash down my nose, down my clothes and drip drip drip onto the floor. Lost forever.
Perhaps I'd be better off just keeping my brain too full. At least no one may accuse me of being empty-headed.
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