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Dec 2012
Things are getting out of hand.
My failures are a never ending cycle.
But where does the cycle begin?

With my stress perhaps?
Or maybe my lack of time?
My aching limbs?
All of which contribute to my decline.

Those are the big three.
But, the factors don't end there.
No matter how hard I try,
I am never prepared.

Why do I do this to myself?
I alone am to blame.
This time is no different than the last,
Things are always the same.
Brittani
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Brittani  FL
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