too much
i feel the constant weight of being too much;
it is an itch i am always trying to scratch but never seems to budge,
an ache in my bones that grows heavier with age,
an insect caught in the confines of my mind, buzzing aimlessly throughout the day
i worry i am a bother to those whom i cherish
i worry that they simply tolerate my presence
little anxieties cloud my head with a stea...
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