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You sit on your front porch, watching the street light across the street.
It flickers once.
It's 3:42am and you just realised that even though your family loves you,
the only thing you need is someone to care for,
someone to love.
So you sit on your front porch,
watching the light.
You might smoke a cigarette or two,
but you don't really need them.
You watch the tree near the street light sway in the wind,
scared of life.
You might have had a girl in your life once,
but it soured and went wrong.
It might have been your fault,
but odds are that it wasn't.
Odds are is that she dumped you,
because being with you made her depressed.
Then you realised that you lost a chance to change your life around.
So you sit outside on your front porch.
You watch the street light across the street.
You might shed a tear or two,
but this isn't a physical sadness that can be purged.
This is a soul crushing,
black abyss kind of sadness.
And you are scared and alone,
and all you want is someone to say:
"Everything will be okay. Come with me."
Instead you sit on your front porch.
You watch the street light.
And you die inside
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