They will take my farm. I have no retirement, we burned through it trying to find help for me after the SSRI poisoning. If they take the farm, we will be street people, and we are too old to start over.
Yes, it is fear that makes me pay my taxes. I am not proud of it, but sometimes to "live to fight another day" is the best I can muster.
Love or fear? Chose again with every breath.
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