i sit and desperately wait,
for someone to call my name,
of course it never comes,
and yet i'm still here waiting.
i can't believe my eyes,
there is a shadow in the distance,
who could it be? why are they here?
is it my time to go?
the shadow draws nearer,
i just stare in utter fear,
the face of discontent,
much like my face.
i stare into the bloodshot eyes
of a total stranger.
it took me a while to realize,
the pain stricken stranger
is me.
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