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You’re a tinker,
I’m a thinker
You like to fix things
My mind messes them up
You see the good in the bad
I find bad things in the good
You act to solve problems
I tend to freeze and panic
Your actions are done for your goals
I’m afraid I lost sight of mine, to begin with
But you stay, anyway
My mind questions ‘til when
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