Sometimes I think
The world would have been
A much, much better place
Without me, so much better
That I wish I could
Flash back to that hard dirt floor
Just before the midwife
Helped mom push me through
The darkness, stop everything and settle
That long-overdue score I have
With who-knows-what
That’s killing me—surely
I could live with that
And wish no more.
"With who-knows-what/
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Ah, there's the mystery that's slowly killing us all. I say keep writing until it's really over
Still trying to unravel it but I haven't got a clew.
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