Is It Me?

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A poem about my life. I am constantly tossed between if the reason things happen the way they do are because of me. I realize That's not true but that thought crosses everyone's mind at some point.All Rights Reserved

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Is It Me?
Fri, Jun 24, 2016

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Is It Me?
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