In the grand theater of quirks, behold the spectacle unfolds,
A hermit in crowds, a mystery in stories yet to be told.
A warrior with a marshmallow sword, a soft-hearted Hercules,
Whose strength is measured in tea cups, not Hercules' keys.
A personality that moonwalks on the spectrum,
Honesty's BFF, keeping secrets? Pff, never a problem.
A soft heart wrapped in a burly exterior guise,
Because crying over spilled milkshakes is totally wise.
In the saga of silence, a Rockstar in repose,
Introvert's coffee club, extrovert's after-party prose.
A paradoxical script where the timid voice croons,
And the strong heart facepalms at Monday cartoons.
With the spirit of a stand-up comic, no applause required,
A fortress of wit, where laughter is acquired.
In life's comedic circus, a clown with a straight face,
A tightrope walker on the edge of sarcasm's grace.
Personality as loud as a whispering mime,
A lone wolf in packs, cruising through life's rhyme.
Hyperbole's best friend, making mountains of a molehill,
Yet, climbing the Everest of sarcasm with no chill.
So in the comedy of contradictions, behold the act,
A social recluse with a sense of tact.
A sitcom in the making, with a punchline so clear,
Life's laughter track, an anthem we cheer.
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