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I'm always being told how everything I do is Too much Or Too little. Too much caring About people Who honestly , if asked, Couldn't care less about me. Too little love shown To those who would Have my back No matter what. Little mixed up mind. Still learning what to Too many, Too few. Too many fake friends. Say they care, Then stab you in the back. All over hate for you. To few friends who truly care. Had your back, Even when you were too busy Ignoring them I may not have the world figured out. Then again, who does? Too much to learn in a single lifetime.
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Apr 21, 2012
Apr 21, 2012 at 8:48 PM UTC
Single Lifetime
I'm always being told how everything I do is Too much Or Too little. Too much caring About people Who honestly , if asked, Couldn't care less about me. Too little love shown To those who would Have my back No matter what. Little mixed up mind. Still learning what to Too many, Too few. Too many fake friends. Say they care, Then stab you in the back. All over hate for you. To few friends who truly care. Had your back, Even when you were too busy Ignoring them I may not have the world figured out. Then again, who does? Too much to learn in a single lifetime.
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Apr 21, 2012
Apr 21, 2012 at 8:48 PM UTC
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