My Shell
Sometimes I feel like a shell of what I should be,
Just unable to see what others can see.
They're all so comfortable and happy,
While I remain bitter and sappy.
Hundreds of others can instantly connect
And I can't even pretend to have that effect.
Maybe one day I'll be able to
Break this shell
And do what they do.
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