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I Know Nought

I feel as though that trying is sometimes not enough. I try finding possible answers to people's questions, spending hours like its first priority and it's still not enough. I try to reason with people whose points are curved, yet plotting points to keep it straight is not enough. I try to do good onto others without expecting anything back. People keep asking for more, I guess it's not enough. I try to be strong. . . lifting all the burdens is not enough to carry the pain that came with it. Is being savvy and witty enough to resolve people's inquiries? Is being empathetic and articulate enough for people to understand my point of view? Is being kind and compassionate enough to make people do the same to others? Is being tough and brave enough to rise against adversities? I'm not sure if anything is enough. The only thing I know is that I try.

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