The corners keep getting tighter.
The edges keep getting sharper.
The margins keep getting thinner.
They told us to prepare for the future.
They told us “things will get better.”
They told us to just. Keep. Moving.
If only I had worked harder.
If only I had made better decisions.
If only I had said yes more often.
Let’s just keep facing the mountain.
Let’s just keep searching for what was lost.
Let’s just keep asking too many questions.
I can’t possibly do everything you ask.
I can’t pretend to “do it all for love”.
I can’t do more than that.
The edges keep getting sharper.
The margins keep getting thinner.
They told us “things will get better.”
They told us to just. Keep. Moving.
If only I had made better decisions.
If only I had said yes more often.
Let’s just keep searching for what was lost.
Let’s just keep asking too many questions.
I can’t pretend to “do it all for love”.
I can’t do more than that.
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