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"confusion"

Boy, I must admit how confused I am. Night and day. Day and night. I lay down I think. I sit down I think. How confusing life can be, when you're faced with something so precious but yet not so precious. When life just seems like a merry-go-round. Confusion is it? Boy help me over come this confusion. My head is spinning like a merry-go-round and my little precious someone asking what am I stressed over? Confusion I hear an echo saying continuously just take life day by day and your confusion will fade away. BY: Alice Maragh 12/4/98

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