Why Am I? - Poem by Sandra Feldman
I cannot even accept,
What I cannot change,
Why am I constantly living,
In a world out of range?
There comes a point
When you ask yourself,
'Is Life just a bad dream,
Where everything seems,
To be totally deranged? '
Or is it my focus that's wrong,
Going thru life creating my own personal storm.
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In any case it's cheaper
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