Pondering

Life and death is what I ponder, while time is what I squander.

Physical pain hurts less than the mental.

I often feel like an abused rental.

Sitting alone I try to decide, but I only carry out a cry.

Ponder and Ponder.....

-Erica Legate

This poem is about: 
Me

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