In a room brimming with voices, I remain solitary,
Encircled by faces, yet none are my own.
Chuckling and babble occupy the unfilled space,
In any case, nobody sees the void I can’t delete.
Associations are short lived, similar to shadows that blur,
In this horde of outsiders, though it pains me to mention it.
An ocean of individuals, however hearts far separated,
Depression repeats somewhere down in my heart.
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