Too Much
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based off of too much by all time low " I admit I miss seeing your face, babe And being alone is starting to take its toll I'm cold and it's getting old I admit I should've made some changes We were so smothered in love We didn't have a chance to come up for air What a waste, where did the time go? Where did our minds go? I don't know What's this place? Where did our home go? We won't know, I don't know Too much of anything is too much And too much of love can be too much We had too much time, too much us So we fought like tomorrow was promised Too much, too much, too much, too much Too much, too much, too much M-m-much, too much I admit I'm still watching the days go by And sleeping alone is starting to break me down It's cold, but I should've known I admit I made a few mistakes, babe We were so caught up in love We didn't have a chance to come up for air What a waste, where did the time go? Where did our minds go? I don't know What's this place? Where did my heart go? We'll never know, I'll never know And too much of anything is too much And too much of love can be too much We had too much time, too much us So we fought like tomorrow was promised Too much, too much, too much Too much, too much, too much Too much, too much, too much Too much, too much, too much Too much, too much, too much M-m-much, too much I need to find a reason to feel Like everything was meant to be let go Take it slow 'cause I can't be on my own Too much of anything is too much (It's just too much) Too much of love can be too much (It's just too) We had too much time, too much us So we fought like tomorrow was promised Too much, too much, too much Too much, too much, too much Too much, too much, too much Too much, too much, too much Too much, too much, too much M-m-much, too much"
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*EDITORS' CHOICE 2021*After falling for her senior year teacher, Louise learns a harsh lesson on what adulthood isn't. Louise has some trauma to unpack. Heartbreak's a bitch, and her first relationship had been anything but normal. Thinking herself mature for her age, her affair with Mr. Cain started swooningly well. Except things ended quite abruptly. It's a lot for a seventeen year old to handle. But who's really at fault for what happened? Who even is Mr. Cain, and what is he hiding? From the wreckage of her naivety and self-esteem, can Louise save her friendships and rebuild herself? Our love songs aren't telling the whole truth. How can this be? In this tale of vulnerability, adolescence and painful reckoning, the arrogance of youth demands a price. * "'You're what, Louise?' he asked. 'You're sorry? What am I supposed to do here? How can I turn this around? How can I tell you that everything you want and feel is reciprocated, when I have to go back to work and pretend none of it happened?' 'I don't know the answer!' I cried. 'Neither of us do.' I threw my hands up in defeat. He caught them before they could fall. 'But how do I go back to living without your words?' His voice became a whisper. He squeezed my fingers tightly, closing his eyes and bringing them to his chest. 'I need how you make me feel, Luiza. I need it to feel alive. I won't stay away. No one's made me feel this good before. And I can't stand myself for wanting what I want. What do I do?' I was a violin bow on the verge of splintering. Every inch of me pulsed with an ache that began from the marrow of my bones. Fate had brought us here. At this crossroads of ours, there were a hundred different choices to make. A thousand different lifetimes to choose from, stemming from and decided entirely by my next choice. And in the end, I chose incorrectly. I held his face between my hands, feeling the echoing pulse of his skin. I brought his face to mine. I kissed him."

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