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Boxes of boxes

You heard me once before but you never took the time to get to know me.

I’m forever changing, rearranging, with these thoughts rushing with the flow of time.

I’m not one thing. I’m not so easily defined. You have boxes you place me within. I don’t fit into your categories like songs sorted by genre I am more than simple.

No time to waste. I’ve got places to be even if they’re in my head.

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