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Sitting here I socially scope the bar.
Posturing.
So Slouched , so Sad , so Cool.
Nobody pays the slightest attention
to anyone but themselves.
Inward ramblings of forgotten loves.
I like it here
I could sit here all day.
And sometimes
I do.
Yes, sometimes everything seems
to let you down.
We seek in others
that which we lack in ourselves.
It is the only true reason'�
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do we see in others what we lack....or do we validate our "okayness" (my word, feel free to use it)after comparing to those around the bar"....there's something to be said for the words that come from bar desparation....i liked this piece....and i've seen you in the corner, lurking....now i know why....thanks for sharing....GG
