sometimes i wonder if, as people are venting their frustrations on me, they realize what i have on my plate.. the stress i deal with on a daily basis and don't talk about or burden them with.
probably not. i bet everyone does or has done this at some point. i'm sure i have. shuffling our problems to each other, passing them on like hot potatoes. spreading them like a disease. infecting each other with diseased hot potatoes.
i feel sorry for whoever's left behind when the music stops. buried under a mountain of hardship. or just potatoes. but i wouldn't doubt it really burns.
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