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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=472989" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>My Last New Years Eve Party</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I recently moved house to reflect my personal situation, <br>my neighbours asked me to their New Year celebration. <br>I didn’t know anyone, so I mingled around for a while <br>I introduced myself and tried hard to raise a smile. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The guests weren’t the most sociable that I’d ever met <br>they didn’t want to mingle and get to know me yet. <br>They were preoccupied and didn’t want to know me at all <br>I thought I had the plague and was just about to fall. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The back ground music was depressing and very low key, <br>on the sombre and eerie side to do anything for me. <br>When I asked about a music change to a happier kind of mood <br>I received stares and glares, which I thought extremely rude. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">It was then that I felt unwelcome and wished I’d gone elsewhere, <br>and began thinking of an excuse to get the hell out of there. <br>A young woman approached and said, “It’s much too early yet! ” <br>“For what, ” I said. “Why, for leaving here without regret.” </div><div style="margin:10px 0">“What gives you the impression that I want to leave, ” I said. <br>“It’s written all over your face and it’s so easily read. <br>You look way out of place and bored out of your head, <br>you dislike the music, and the conversation is dead.” </div><div style="margin:10px 0">“You’re not wrong, but do you know any of the guests here? ” <br>“No, I’ve only been to two of their parties this year.” <br>“I suppose everyone here including you all live close by? ” <br>“I do, but the others come and go in the blink of an eye.” </div><div style="margin:10px 0">“What do you think of the music and the people here tonight? ” <br>“Oh, I’m used to the music, but this lot are a miserable sight.” <br>“Isn’t it unusual, everyone’s dressed in their Sunday best<br>and it leaves me wondering what’ll happen next? ” </div><div style="margin:10px 0">At the very first stroke of midnight the morbid music ceased, <br>everything and everyone’s colour began to be released. <br>Each chime, brought a greyness and an added translucence, <br>and by the last chime, everything faded into non-existence.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Orlando+Belo">Orlando Belo</a><div class=q>
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I introduced myself and tried hard to raise a smile. 

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