Too Much Too Much Too Much

There's too much.

 

There's too much.

 

There's too much.

 

I can't make it better.

 

I can't make it better.

 

I can't make it better.

 

I can't fix it.

 

I can't fix it.

 

I can't fix it.

 

Nothing makes sense.

 

Nothing makes sense.

 

Nothing makes sense.

 

Threes don't help.

 

Threes don't help.

 

Threes don't help.

 

It's too much.

 

It's too much.

 

It's too much.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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