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At Least I Have A Mind To Lose













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At Least I Have a Mind to Lose

Where is this
gut wrenching
feeling of remorse
of total despair
and apathy
circling
one another
coming from?
Am I mourning?
Is my soul split?
Out roaming around
without me again?
Or is it my baby,
knocking?
Three years
this August.
Why did I do it?
Why am I
questioning now?
I need
Help.

Copyright Heather Prudence Davis