Out of sorts

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Pop a pill in the morning, go out to bake. 

Birthdays last a week. 

My mind is muddled. 

My body’s a mess.

The typing’s  a struggle.

what to keep?

how to live. 

where to go. 

up in the air where my mind’s blown.

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