Type 4

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You're so quiet she says

But I can write a novel a day for what goes on up stairs

I'm the loudest and most out spoken one in the room

And they all look like me in this room

The past, present, future

I often have regrets and then I get over it

And I have regrets and then I get over it

And I have regrets and then I get over it

And I have regrets and then I get over it

I talk myself into doing anything

And talk myself out of doing everything

So sure of the world.......

Are you? Are you sure?

Because I am not convinced.

Mentally woo me to pull me away from the party.

If....i......sound......tired....its only......because......im......running.....a marathon.

With hills
As high as the clouds

And dips
As low as the dirt

But the love is there
The care is there
The worry is there

Relive a different version of your past present and future.

I am type 4.

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