In a crowded room, he stands alone,
Surrounded by laughter, yet feeling unknown.
The world moves on, but he’s stuck in place,
A ghost in the midst, without a trace.
Whispers of friendship drift like the breeze,
But they pass him by, leaving him to freeze.
His heart is a chamber, echoing sighs,
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Longing for warmth, but met with goodbyes.
Days turn to shadows, nights stretch on long,
In the silence, he hums a forgotten song.
Yet deep in his chest, a flicker remains,
Hope for connection, amidst all the pains.
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