I cried for the tenth time that hour.
I whimpered nine the hour before that.
I must have caught double figures before I dropped off to ponder and scream.
I thought it began with a whimsical W, but Winona just left without words.
I conjured up a tentative N, no, Natasha she said I was deranged.
I suggested a possible B, until I recalled the "Fuck You" and door slams Brenda made.
I reasoned a rational L, the rejection text from Leanne found still on my phone.
I dreamed a fantastic S, but Shirley she said she liked men not fools
I wish I was loved just once.
I wish I could it began with U.
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