Morbid
Morbid conversations with myselfLonely hours in a room full of people
I seem most at home
When I am by myself
I do not mind my own company
I relish my private time
People thing me strange
But I just want to be alone
Maybe someday I will come
Our of my shell
But for now
I am alone
Wolf Nomad
3-2-10
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