too much.

death is too much to bear.
but right at the turning point, i just realized on middle fall of yesteryear,
life, is a whole lot more to bear.
life, a resemblance of hardship, a resemblance of wear & tear, a resemblance of heartbeats,
life, symbolizes a series of,
love, love, love,
in types that are undefined,

undefined, it's really too much.

but if one moment, one freezing moment, one junction that is standstill upon, two options were to be given, and an answer was to be retrieved back at five seconds, options:
between life, and
death

death, would be a relief, a relief of oneself, having had been juxtaposed in life,
a miserable condition as right to be, having had been
an immortal,
perhaps time's too long to be said an even number to befall,
perhaps life's somehow too uneven,
as people, all life are coherent, and the coherence would not be digested, at one's hungry stomach,
being nauseated in every struggling way they could've been,
STOP.
sometimes suffer is better than enjoying life,
why, what, who, when -- life's bundled by questions,
questions that shouldn't have found exit from our mouth.

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life's too long, and people wonder why,
eve and adam created this, this mess
a big, big mess that has nothing, nothing ever to be reversed,
an irreversible life, was too much to bear with.