Lost key

My scrambled poem about me having lost my footing, losing sight of my inner self and starting to find my sight again.

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Why is it morning??

Are these feelings really all mine?? That seems to be this morning’s thought, after a fantastic weekend. I socialized, I wrestled, I tied, I spanked, I lifted the bunny, I giggled, I snuggled, I tickled to death, I ate well. But after I left, dropping the bunny at her home, and I came home to…