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Too Much.

So many options.

This & that.

It's all too much.

Limit the broad range of everything.

Make things easier, simpler.

 

I want to settle and be happy with what I choose.

Not to regret later.

 

Everything seems so complex.

So complicated.

A narrow range would constrain the option of considering and eventually forgetting.

Limit.

Choose.

Decide.

 

It's all too much.

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