Every day six hours to twenty-one hours,
Busy for nothing I sit Alone
With all others. With only
Half my self, I rot in the
Midst of a corner Alone.
No source of addiction, yet
I'm addicted. No hope of
Happiness, still I'm Happy
I smile with the wrinkles of
Woe distorting my muzzle. I'm
Alone with all the others.
Not solitude haunts me,
No lonliness scares me,
Only to be with others yet
Incomplete I sit in the
Midst of a corner Alone.
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