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It is Too Much
It is too much t’ take in at once,
With too many things going on,
Nothing is really that certain,
It’s like I’m running in circles,
And often I feel like I’m lost.
I ask myself, ‘Could I belong?’
Maybe I really don’t want to,
Or maybe I do, but, I’m sure,
It is too much.
O', could it be by fate or luck
To be where I have ended up?
I ask, ‘Is it real...
Tuesday 17th February 2015 7:27 pm
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