My body is a cavern

There is nothing inside

My heart is beating

But I don't feel alive


I'm desperate for a connection

That I'm not willing to maintain

I choose to avoid people

Then, alone, I complain


I live in a paradox

By my own choosing

I'm happy and lonely

So contradicting it's amusing


I ask "why does everyone leave?"

But inside I know the fault lies with me

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