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Pills sicken. I'm a waste. Sooner gone the better.
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He couldn't mobilize, shift, maneuver, he couldn't budge. One foot wanting to hightail it to the hills, the other caught to the ankle in the quicksand of affective attachment, dragging him down, he was most certainly stuck.
Exhausting his human resources for discussion about the matter and not only unable to afford therapy but terrified the head doctors might try to turn him into a Prozacian, he turned to the anonymous layers of internet where as in the movies, on college campuses, and in asylums, the lines of reality and abstraction blur. He did a web search for the favorite theme of poets and playwrights. Google to be precise. Unrequited love-368,660 matches found. What could he have been thinking? Perchance some tormented soul had constructed a web site he could visit? UA, Unrequited Anonymous, the twelve step program for people who might as well face it they are addicted to a love. A place where the dramatic forlorn could express the immortal dream that their beloved will one day turn to them, conceive the possibility, lean in, redirect the relationship, yield to what they have neglected to observe all along, reach out realizing the hitherto unrecognized connection? A site dedicated to the simple philosophy that hope burns eternal. Shocked, he was, to find a virtual nation of people writing poetry, sharing languishing tales of shattered soul, giving support to their comrades in unreciprocated amour. Hoping at least one of these poor unrepentant psyches had found the magic bouquet to give their darling, to turn her heart around, he stayed up all night reading their stories.
Unfortunately, he ended the night only very sleepy and none the wiser. Everyone in cyberspace agreed that though unreturned love pains the heart with indescribable sharp aches and iridescent longing, the hidden flame also steamily contents. Utah was already acutely aware of this duality akin, at times, to madness. His was a lunacy with only two options: to, as a dry saltine without a glass of water, choke it down / or like a nasty ball of phlegm, spit it out.
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