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I think my mirror stares at me. It would laugh if it could see. Like my silent lifeless phone, my mind feels just a bit alone. I start to write, on my blank page; What I would say if twas on stage. Stand up comedy I bet. Great stuff is made from true regret. I imagine, all alone, I'd confess through microphone. How many times have I smiled? Sent drunk texts or pocket dialed? Had a chance and failed, but tried. Had good times, laughed till I cried. When the humor well is dried will I know? I can't decide. So if life's fun side since has died.... Then change peed pants and dry your eyes. Keep chin up, don't hide your pride. And then, erase this wild ride! Mic drop; I'm out.