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When Will?
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Personal (Melancholy) I've been sheltered all my life,
hiding out in my home
because I fear the outside world.
I lose myself in books
because they are better than
this lonely life I call mine.
I have material things to keep my busy
but I'm missing that personal connection
that comes with interacting with others.
It's like I'm stuck in this place
wondering when will I be able
to leave and discover something new.
When will I know what it feels like
to have friends that aren't imaginary,
when will my life finally begin?
