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zero hits, one miss
by Angela ThomasDear World,
I googled myself today and got exactly not one hit,
all misses. I don't exist, according to cyber space
because I am nothing but ones and zeros and why
won't he call me? I want to run out of my house, and
I seem to have forgotten how. I want to drive and drive
and sing and sing, and I don't know where the ignition
is anymore. I'm sick of sleeping, and I'm sick of dreaming
and most of all, I'm sick of hoping. I don't want to love
him anymore. I want him to go away. Take his white-used-
to-be-a-cop-car and dissapear. I miss him too much, I'm
just so not used to feeling like this. It feels good to cry,
really good. I wish he knew what I was feeling, this
rejection, this not being good enough, and wanting more,
knowing that I really do deserve more. Where is my
just reward? I ask. I'm ready for it. Please serve it to me.
Bring me just one friend, one person that understands
that it is not okay, that I need a hug, and I really don't
have anyone anymore. World, I don't exist when googled.
Not one hit. Nothing touches me.
Still with love, (it's all i've got),
Angela 11/17/2004 Posted on 11/17/2004
Copyright © 2026 Angela Thomas
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