I’m too bored, too tired, have too much on my mind, or all too much.

I couldn’t feel it, that innate drive to do something on time, that promise to keep to oneself.

I couldn’t feel it.

So seldom could I start, still can’t, though I want to.

I’m too bored, too tired, have too much on my mind, or too much with no ability to filter out some.

Try this and try that was a constant and sometimes still is heard.

You’re not in my head; your demons are not my own.

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