How do I live through this?
I am not confident they want me to.
At the end, getting me might not be what they want.
I am not a prize, instead I come at a price.
How can they still want me?
I am not a worthwhile burden anymore.
The odds are stacked against me.
All that is important is stacked against me.
Sunday, April 15, 2012
Not a prize
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