i'm sitting on my doorstep wishing the night was warmer, the stars less bright, i've got goosebumps and my eyes hurt. look at me. i'm the sad figure in the distance, grotesquely alone against the empty horizon. i'm whispering names to blank stares. if only i could be missed by the people i miss. there was a time when i had a hand to hold, hair to stroke, a smile to kiss, now i'm distorted like your televison's static, just some left over radiation from the great big bang. i'm some outdated piece of evidence and i just want someone to find me.
that's all i've got,
Sam
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