The Words of An Introvert

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How did I must come to thee?

Shadowed by the fact I see,

Why has thou forsaken me?

Darkness I see, hard to flee.

Chips of wood enough to light,

Ruptured with a flick of might,

Chances are slim, clutch and fight,

Cold and alone, dark as night,

Dirt and dust where I belong,

Take a stand to what I hold,

Step out to seek what I long for,

Strings still attached, firm and bold.

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