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Apr 2016
Standing at a fork in the road
Which way should I go
To the right
Keep putting up this terrible fight
Straight ahead
All the time wishing I was dead
Or to the left
So mournfully bereft
I see only darkness either way I chose
There doesn't really seem much to lose
Maybe I'll just lay down here
Like in the headlights a deer
Oh I forgot I was already hit
That is why here I sit
Already road ****, just waiting to die
Under the darkening sky
Guess I could limp off, but at what cost
I'm one of the lost
With no way home
Through this life alone I roam
Humans are not ment to live that way
It makes for the most sorrowful day
So here I stand at the fork again
I've been here before, and I know everyway is grim
Pauline Morris
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Pauline Morris  51/F/Southern Illinois
(51/F/Southern Illinois)   
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