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The One

All alone I sit,
gazing upon a one so soloist.
Only to see that there sits me,
alone and feeling so small.

If I could see the person in me,
sitting there in my own company.
Would I try to see the possibility,
that what torments me is the person I see.

 It is myself, that I put on the shelf,
and hide from all that surrounds me.
Afraid to come out, to see what life’s all about,
And to touch the people around me.