The edge of loneliness is a precipice you stand at, and its monstrous jaws yawns in your face, beckoning you to jump - as if the torture wasn't enough that you were even standing there
There is a crowd gathering behind, stopping to see if you will do it (Stopping to see, never stopping to save your life... Maybe, they are all there in the first place because they came to jump themselves - I mean, are there that many lonely people?).
It is getting embarrassing, because now, people know you have cause - pitiful you
Maybe you pretend you are simply enjoying the scenery. They wont believe that ofcourse, and you know this - But for your own sake, you go on pretending
And you silently hope that when you realize you are too spineless to do it, you will turn around and see her standing there; whoever she is - Its a nice fuzz hope - And maybe that's all it is.
Fuzzy.
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