We got too much to worry, too much to handle. Too little time to breathe, too little space to rant. Too many expectations from others, too little capacity to meet them. Too many friends with too many flaws, too little grace to overlook them. Too much talk, but so little action. Too many ideas, but too little room to express them, too little listeners. Too many ways to unwind, too little money to carry them out. Too long a life, yet not qualitative.
Too much to say, too little words to express.
screw this feeling.
I wish i could give up on everything.
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