Introvert: Companion
I chance upon laughter whenever possible,
knowing that solitude will hold one hand when I'm alone.
I chance upon company when forced,
for I feel the tugging of loneliness on the other.
My hands are held, though you can't see.
It's an introverts companion. My companion!
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