too damned much
my life
is a flurry of
inhale and exhale
just trying to breathe
just trying to breathe
and at the end of the day
i collapse into bed
overwhelmed
overstimulated
overworked
and underappreciated
but who gives a fuck
after all
i am not saving lives
i am not changing lives
i am not doing anything
but surviving
and even that
is too damned much
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