Here I stand
Hovering over the abyss of 35
A birthday cake for one before me
Another year wasted
Am I better than I was last year?
Am I stronger? Am I thinner?
Wealthy? Happy?
Satisfied at all?
After 35 years, I am desperate for change
Desperate for friendship
For love to ease the pain.
But the more I hurt, the more I bleed
The less likely I will find
A better year ahead of me
Then the one I left behind
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