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INTJ vs ESFP

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Publié le 10 Mar 2026 / Dans La musique

I chart her moves and tides,
Probability’s my only guide.
Every glance, her every sigh—
The script I know
Before she even tries.

She walks on chaos in heels,
A hurricane wrapped
In fake emotional feels.
She winks—I calculate—
She laughs—I hesitate—

She says "yes" and means "no,"
Points left when she oughta go.
Logic cracked like broken glass—
Built walls while she kicks my ass.

I wrote rules and drew the lines,
She paints outside them every time.
"Let’s talk"—I try to dissect—
She says nothing –So what’s next?"—

Tried chess moves every night,
She ate the pawns
And said "They tasted alright."
I’m stranded in her storm,
Out maneuvered
By her stupid form

She says "yes" and means "no,"
Points left when she oughta go.
Logic cracked like broken glass—
Built walls while she kicks my ass.

I solved for X but she’s a Y,
A question mark with laughing eyes.
She burns graphs, breaks my code—
Leaves me lost on this lonely road.

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