Broken. Uneven. My rhythm is off. Each day used to carry on with a cadence that moved me forward, now I’m marching backwards and out of step with the wrong band. I lost the beat the day I heard it was lung cancer. The world went silent for a couple bars yet when it returned it was different. I was no longer a part of the band but a soloist trying to find her way. I kept trying to find my rhythm but I was always…. (unfinished)
The Wrong Lottery 
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