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Mar 2017
So much  change. So often in my life.
Residences, phone numbers, jobs.
Relationships.
Its as though i fail.
Over and over again . i fail.
I falter.
.......and get up. Back up. Way up. Wait up.
I never give up.
What am i waiting for?
What am i wishing for?
Every change erases my progress.
Undermined by myself or another.
My foundation must be weak.
What is it? Where is it? What is it that i seek?
I'm  not looking for answers. Anymore.
I only want time to please stand still.
Let me catch up. Let me catch my breath.
Let me completely experience anything before i must move on in death.
Im not down. I'm  not up.
I am just aware enough.
Walking through the cemetery, i saw dandelions. So i stopped and made a wish.
I wished to not have to go through any of this again.
Those Dandelion Wishes never work.
I blew all of its spindrils straight into the wind.
If i were one of The Three Little Pigs, i would build my house of Dandelions.
You can huff and you can puff, and you could blow my house down.
I could waste my life making Dandelion Wishes then.
Andrea Marie Murray Lawrence
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Andrea Marie Murray Lawrence  52/F/Utah
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