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There were times
I didn’t know why
I did what I did.
Times when thoughts struggled,
caught in mazes
of love’s deceit.
Times I asked, “How could this happen,
If there is love?”
It is better never to love.
Or, to love, but then, to forget.
A mind will lock to keep out memory,
To live in a fog, with only one thought,
“I don’t know what I am doing.
I don’t know who I am.”
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Confusion
by Eva Haughie
Mixed Media on paper
22''x28'' c.1991
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