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Feb 2016
Waiting on the fog to lift, the smoke to clear
Fighting off the fear
Of what will be revealed
Of what fate and the universe has sealed
Waiting to see how the deck is stacked
What part of me will soon be attacked

Will it be my head again
That gray matter is already in a spin
Will it be my heart
Although I can't find a piece, a part
Will it be my flesh
With all of it's scars, no space is unused, or freash
Or will it be my spirit
Does it not already know that's broken too, I hear it

So universe go ahead, go to it
I'll be here waiting for more of your ****
I won't give you the pleasure of knocking me down
I'll already be lying on the ground
I won't hide, I'll be easy to find
My death certificate already signed
Me and the Grim Reaper will be having tea
My white flag is already raised, so let be what's gonna be
Pauline Morris
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Pauline Morris  51/F/Southern Illinois
(51/F/Southern Illinois)   
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   --- and Cecil Miller
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