Such a thing

Is there such a thing as too much to handle.

I believe so.

Is there so much a cold wind that froze my mind, my surroundings my survival. 

I realize what dashed, what emptied. 
Unreplaceable, undone. 

Such a thing would imbalance anyone. 

Such an experience would undoubtedly be the thing to destroy. 

Things are going. 
Things are coming. 
Things are changing. 

Things are going to make you feel.
Things remind. 

Things are ugly and influenced by the beating you give yourself. 

Things are delicate, hand picked short straw. 

Things are going to unravel, display the real you. 

Be that a good thing or something. 

Thing you've been doing a number on me, a number of years. 

Thing you have no name. 
Things will not be the same. 

Things are either right or wrong. 

Your unreasonable feelings, are not the same as everyone else. 

The things that vice you are the most immortal. 

Oh thing of prudence, oh thing that's stupid, oh thing of trouble. 
Oh no. 

Things what will engulf. 
What will change your mind. 

Is there anything I can do to stop the bad and sad from getting back to you. 

Thing a word for the undisclosed, under the assumption that you are unable to let it go. 
Some things haunt forever so you don't forget. 
Don't forget to worry. 
Don't forget who you are.
For things are set to develop a character, be the first person. 

Be you.
Tell things you don't want to have , to bugger off.

Closed that door,  locked out the horrible things. 

Shadows carry those things now. 

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