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Autumn Nov 2015
I'm a bystander.
An invisible casualty.
I get caught in the wave of destruction
With no siren to warn me,
no life raft to save me.
I'm on my own.

When I drown in the tidal wave of users
I like to pretend a hand plunges for me.
I know it's a lie.
It's just me, pulling for air.
And a piece of me breaks.
Every time.
The dating scene is hard.

— The End —