3.5.2002
 
Fuck it.

This goes out to all the single people in the room.

You who bear witness to your friends' accomplishments.

You who act as a shoulder to lean on when the railing on your side has gone.

You who feel the brunt of life skim 'cross you.

You who, by playing the observer, become evermore lonely.

You who value love and because of that refuse to squander that word.

You who are willing to wait for love.

You who are sick of waiting for fate to deliver her goods.

You who are tired of friday nights at home.

You who are tired of small, cold beds.

You who have never experienced "the morning after."

You who build up facades to mask those insecurities.

You who throw yourself into your life to avoid making a connection.

This goes out to you.

My kindred souls.

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