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confused much....

Having so much to say and not knowing how to say it can be--------tiring! I will never understand and i sometimes don't want to try.

There are so many questions.

The problem is who to ask.

Why do you do what you do?

Do you look at the big picture or just the small immediate gains?

Do you stop to consider the consequences or just having a great time is all that matters?

What are you willing to sacrifice to get what you want?

Getting to that place and finding that moment is not easy there are things to do and say and obstacles to kick over.

Will I get there?

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