A single glass filled with a off white liquid, still slightly bubbling. A single hand, lifts it up. My hand. The corner of my lip twitches upward in a half hearted attempt at a smile.
"Happy New Year." I whisper, lifting the glass up above me. To the silent room. A toast to memories of the previous year I long to put behind me and never look at again.
To the loneliness, hopefully that will be only a memory this time next year.
"Let me find true friends, this year." I wished as I emptied the glass. A year no longer alone. Please. Just this once.
-Inspiration while waiting for midnight to hit.
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