life is like a ball of yarn, sometimes it unravels
'til you find the strength to wind it up again, the menopausal mutterings of me
Tuesday, 4 August 2020
Danger (21st July 2020)
He told me I was a danger
He is right
I have spent my life waiting to die
So of course I am a danger
I am a danger to anyone I get vaguely close to
Or who gets close to me
He is right and I am wrong
I will ultimately hurt him by dying
But we will all die
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