Who are you? The cheerleader of the losing team. I dream of them to win, I lean on it - it seems they CAN win but they don't. It hurts. I feel as if it shouldn't matter but it does. It hurts us: cohorts unseen, uneven, nonexistent - we who lose. We cruise through life no matter what. However true, there's no win. We're caught. And whether death's ahead or loss or both - we scoff and move along. However long it hurts… I hope it won't forever. Well, I know it won't. But I don't agree with this. Oh, please, stop hurting not because it ceased. Oh, please, stop hurt because they've won - we've won. Come on! I can't, I won't move on…














