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No Friends
It's sort of amazing. The fact that I have no social network. Always thought myself social; is it the city? Even The Red Hot Chilly Peppers had depressed friends while I haven't that. One moved away, another I told I'd kill when he looked down his nose at me; one disconnected and Christine got married. So peculiar but it can't solely be me. Tethered , to machines, the fact is I'm with robot while the whole world dreams. Never won a superlative, but I played sports. I talk to many even though there were parties when I wandered off. I learned to play and sing, I read about one or another thing, and not just to keep it to myself. Then why is it I'm sitting here, so tempted against all odds to take the last step? Finish the job and turn in the phone. erase the emails and become uncle Joe? To walk solo like Tom Hanks in Big; in a crowd behind a shroud. The irony of it all is how it ends. In the biggest of cities without any friends. …
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