Haven't grown much
sitting in dark room
avoiding humanity.
Dig deep introspection
sad lost past
fills quiet.
Down in pit of regret
hear sounds outside
people living.
Their adventures - living
leaves a piece of empty
in me calling to fill.
Each distracting sound
a claim from humanity
to live life instead
just surviving.
Getting over dark room
wander out into living
sore muscles bring smile.
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