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I Often

I often worry about the words people say
and listen to the little thoughts
and ignore the large ones that say hello
I often hear the words and voices praising my skills and techniques
And focus the on the ex and the red lines
I often think about the world in grey
And then see it in shades of red and blue
I often like to think I like myself
But only through the windows of my emotions
I often believe I love the thrill of living
And whimper at a scraped knee
I often appear strong and wise
And seek advice from the way the leaves fall
I often do many things
And then nothing at all