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So here’s me, on the phone, being so inane
That it feels like life is spilling through my fingers.
And you, all warm and shiny in the folds of a new love,
Being friendly and wishing me luck with the rest of my life.
And this is me –
The one who thought she was emotionally invincible,
The one who had turned the looters of her life into charities,
And the robberies into donations,
This is me realising that being afraid of owning something
Is not quite the same
As having nothing left to lose.