Too Much

Too much, at times,
is the only thing
I can comprehend.

Too much sweetness
too much bitterness
too much heat,
toomucheverything.

M o d e r a t i o n

was never my strong suit.
I would rather drown in fire
than suffocate
from the world fading away.

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