OVER MY HEAD ARE ALL BURDENS OF LIFE AND ALL HEAVY WEIGHTS. I TIRE MYSELF AND TOIL MY HEART BY INTERVENING IN NONE OF MY BUSINESS. I LIKE TO HELP OTHERS, BUT NOT MYSELF. TOO MUCH FOR ME TO HAVE TOO MUCH OVER MY HEAD. I GOT TOO MUCH TO DO FOR NOTHING. A LITTLE BIT IS A GOOD THING. I TOIL MY MIND BY TOO MUCH THINKING. I TIRE MY MUSCLES BY TOO MUCH WORK. I RAN AWAY TO THE FRONT. EVEN IN MY DREAMS I TOIL MYSELF TOO. I AM LIKE A SILENT PICTURE, BUT NOT A WATERCOLOR PICTURE. I HAVE A DIFFERENT IMAGE. I AM TIRED AND EXHAUSTED. I DON'T LOOK LIKE THE OTHER PICTURES. I AM AN UPSIDE DOWN IMAGE.
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