simple enough questions
recieve complicated answers
those complex answers feed on me like cancer
thus i dodge my own mind
im tired of dodging
and weaving like a dancer
i think i just need to count my blessings,
ignore the logic behind my second-guessings
and listen to my gut on my own suggestions
here ive decided i ask too many questions
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