Just about 50 years old.
I never thought it before.
But I think I'm spoiled.
When things don't go my way.
I stew and fret.
If I don't hear from friends or family for a couple of days,
I feel like it must be the things I say.
Hope I learn soon that people have lives.
I'm a piece of it ,not all of it.
I've been called stubborn,determine and strong willed.
But I call it being SPOILED

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