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I'm looking for a real person
Not just someone with the nice shirts
With the funny letters on them
That show they must have been
Good enough
To be someone's freind
I want a real friend
Who doesn't care about
If I am "good enough"
And sees the reality
Of myself

I'm looking for someone with a personality
Behind their appearance
Someone who can actually
Use words to form sentences
That create a conversation
I can find meanining ful

I'm looking for someone who caares about
More than just getting
All f*cked up and getting f*cked
("Oh, who am I f*cking this week?")
Someone who doesn't give a f*ck
About what people think of them
But cares a lot about
How other people are

Someone who could listen to my music
And tell me that it doesn't suck
I'm looking for someone to hold on to
And listen to Juliana Hatfield
In the middle of the night
And try to hit the high notes
(A very hard thing, I've tried it)

When I find her,
We will sing loudly
(Probably not in key)
In each other's arms
And collapse in joyous agony
From the realization
Of finally finding
What we have always wanted.


Copyright 1994 Patrick Glass
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