Alone

I have mastered alone,
It visits me in a room full of people,
Who love me,
And it's a two-way street, that love,

The cold soft dark envelopes me,
Familiar,
Sometimes I break free out of rebellion,
But usually I stay like a thirty-two year old in his mother's basement,
All full of holes and nowhere to go.

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