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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