Alone?

Is it possible to be alone?
The world is so full of people
Books, memories, sounds
Every meal was touched by other hands

The room seems empty
Yet there is the voices of the dead
The work of other hands
The comfort of shared labor

The world has given so very much
Friends and family surround us all
Nothing is so empty as it seems
Yet sometimes we do face the empty times

Seems the biggest prison is the one we build
Isolation that is self imposed
The streets full of people
The lonely man withdrawing from all of them

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