so
my mother went thru the same thing
our paths now somehow joined
except she disappeared then
and wanted to die
and I was to blame
so
its time for the next phase of life.
when my body starts to slow down
and the eggs that it has so faithfully produce
shrivel up and die
I'm not to blame
so
the flashes of heat
from the inside
that warms my being, and wets my brow
reminds me
that life is constantly changing
so
my friends laugh at me
they have been thru it
others have paved the way
since the beginning of time
so
there's noone to blame.
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