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Dec 2014
I find myself shrugging.
A lot.
I lost my keys.
My lunch.
My smile.

Shrug.

It's not like
I can do anything about it.
I lose
Everything.
But, that's not why
I'm labeled a loser.
rebecca suzanne
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rebecca suzanne  texas
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