Fickle Mind

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You scare me because of how quickly you change your mind. How do you know you'll love me 20 years from now when your points of interest change every week? What if I am a new can of blue paint for your room but the sadness is just a one-year phase phase? How am I supposed to fade? How my supposed to sit there and watch you smother me with a new layer of paint?

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