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Too Much

I think too much;

I've spent all my birthdays and Christmases
first days of school's and field trips
school nights and weekends
thinking about everyone else
and wondering what they thought of me.

And isn't it sad
that I'm spending my teenage years
typing away in the ugliest font
and willing myself not to cry.

And how I wish that I could lie down for a bit
and turn off my own mind
or step out of my own skin

Or maybe I'm doing too much
of this thing called living
and maybe I ought
to take a break.



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