a quagmire ... today ... or yesterday as it is now ... What goes around, comes around ... Is all I can say ... Again a poem springs to mind ... But I have not been in the mood ... Or mode when such pain is stirred up ...
Every time I pull out the home and there I am in the middle of this disarray I get bothered ... And the thing is I get panicky because of the way we were treated in the last days of hubby life ... That is a legacy that's hurts so much ... And how my family who have their own life ... Help me through it
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