balding, the vedning machine stole your money, you walk away looking down wondering what else life has stole from you. perhaps you'll smile one day.

I know you. a shell of what you once were, struggling to understand what you are now, looking toward the future to ignore the past. listen to me, accept/embrace

pink hat. you think you are perfect, the next big thing, because in the back seat of his car he said you were the best. he said it to the all. you're a hater.

red shirt. your boss is a cow. your job is agitating. your life is sub par. every day you wonder why you didn't become a crack whore, at least for change.

middle management, salt n pepper. your children will never benefit from your constant reminder that their existence is your unhappiness.

purple short shorts, long hair extensions, orange tan, too much facial make up. he'll never love you. he'll just hit you. give it up.

you, dark hair, religious, lost. searching for answers where there never will be for you. God took it away, how can that pain be resolved through him?

the magic fades as people get older. the stories are the same. the faces change. that's it. we lost it all long ago.