A hundred things to get done in a half an hour's time?
A collage of hurdles to jump to meet man's expectations?
A striving to be what I'm not?
A struggle to trust?
A facade of confidence hovering over a timid, downcast soul?
A hundred ears hearing with no one really listening?
A mind-grip on Reality shadowed by a lifestyle that doesn't follow suit?
A dissatisfaction, a loneliness?
A war between fun and duty; self-service and self-sacrifice?
Will it always be this way?
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