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Sep 2010
I'm falling out of this.
Don't know why; how?
Things are just different now.

There's no point in fighting back.
No chance of victory.
Just admit defeat.

It should get easier.
Especially with time.
If not, he's a liar.                   (Father Time, that is)
Ruth Forberg
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Ruth Forberg  Chicago
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