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Well that went well. Diplomacy always my strong suit as ever. I need to learn to be able to tolerate criticism without getting irritated by it, and forgive others their own failings with less "yes, but"ing.

Not much of a people person at the heart of it I suppose.

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Either that or stop frickin' whining. Sheesh.

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You win some and you lose some
And I've lost the will to lose
With my part-time job
And my faith in God
Falling on a bruise

And this no star bed and breakfast
And insolvency abuse
Make me feel like throwing myself
Off the kitchen shelf
Falling on a bruise

And all of my unworldly goods
The bailiffs took them too
For all the ducked bills and silly sods
From Brian Mills' catalogue
Something borrowed, bartered and blew

You win some and you lose some
And you save nothing for a rainy day
You need your Nutrasweet Daddy
Some peppermint paddy
Or just a hackneyed old cabbie
Who can drive you and your babby away

Two fives or a ten
Could get me back to you
And stop me
Falling for a bruise

It's not that I'm agrophobic
it's just that it's not safe
To go out anymore so I just
Stay indoors with my TV Times
My petty crimes and my nursery rhymes,
Someone said that the sound of a baby crying is the most beautiful sound in the
World and beauty is in the eye
Of the beholder but as my heart
Grows colder, and colder I just
Feel so tired. The fridge is empty,
The walls are damp, there's no hot
Water and I look like a tramp and
Tramps like us baby we were born
To walk but where does a mother's
Girl go when her mother's gone?
Some you win and some you lose
I've spent my whole lifetime
Falling on a bruise and if I had
The chance to do it all again
I'd change everything