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Too Much

Sometimes I hate myself

For having a mind that thinks too much

I wish I could turn it off

My feelings, my thoughts

I wonder sometimes if people

Are even worth my time

They come and go

But I stay here all alone

In this dark tunnel

Where’s my man?

I can’t see him coming for me

Did he get lost too?

Did he forget to look for me?

Did I lose everyone altogether?

I’m well aware that I don’t belong here

But is it too much to ask for?

To be loved?

To be cherished?

To be respected?

To never be forgotten?

To never be hurt?

 I suppose it is

I suppose it is