most boring poem ever.

this is a lot of alone.

everyone is reaching out.

i live in a weird place.

this makes it weirder.

i don’t really mind being alone.

or in, really,

but i would like to go on a hike.

like a real one.

i wish i felt confident in that.

but i don’t.

and im still so tired.

i guess for now

i’ll stay in still.

i got new puzzles,

so at least there’s that.

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