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A dynamic person without remedy


In every second of our lives we are always changing.

I can't say that I am this

or I am that,

because I am always evolving.

Evolving is not always good.

Sometimes I act like a five year old,

and sometimes I lact like a wise elder.

However, I always manage to get everything done.

But my emotions are something that I can never handle. 

I always cry for the lamest thing ever,

and I laugh at the weirdest things.

Also, I have a temper that sometimes I cannot even stand.

I am also picky and capricious in my own ways.

But I am never the same,

you can never tell how I am going to react,

and this makes me dynamic.

A dynamic person without remedy.

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