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Sometimes I think I do too many things, and that it takes on my life, And constricts my breathing But in truth I am thankful for at least my stressful days are full So many die and crow, 'if only, if only,' Perhaps 'If only I had taken time to enjoy the small things,' But I won't regret it because I can't regret putting too much of myself into the world, In fact, I think my only regret would be not sharing enough of it How could I, so blessed with life for another microsecond on this earth, be so selfish?
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Mar 24, 2012
Mar 24, 2012 at 2:31 AM UTC
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Sometimes I think I do too many things, and that it takes on my life, And constricts my breathing But in truth I am thankful for at least my stressful days are full So many die and crow, 'if only, if only,' Perhaps 'If only I had taken time to enjoy the small things,' But I won't regret it because I can't regret putting too much of myself into the world, In fact, I think my only regret would be not sharing enough of it How could I, so blessed with life for another microsecond on this earth, be so selfish?
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Mar 24, 2012
Mar 24, 2012 at 2:31 AM UTC
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