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Feb 2016
My mind is constantly racing,
The reality I am facing doesn't seem right,
This wasn't a part of my plan but now it is my plight.
I have to learn to accept the way things are, and reject the way I think they ought to be.
I can't change a thing.
Just me.
Viola
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Viola
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