Juggling everything I hold in my hands
Watching them slip like there was even a chance
The harder I grip is like sand in my hands
Trying not to trip as I keep piling them back.
Should have know better
But the gravity is the same
Work it out better
yet it’s always the same.
Counting my luck
While it’s running out
Don’t have a clue.
And IOU can’t answer prayers now.
How do you choose
A better life now.
Melissa Stein 
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