I Am Going Under
Sitting by the river weighing my heart against a feather. It does not look good. I seem to be unable to finish anything. I can't get warm. I need money and it is all my fault that I am poor. I don't seem to get along with a lot of people. My judgement, always poor, is getting worse. I feel old. I look not the way I would like to. Things are in the saddle!
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