When was I social? How did this begin?
Where is the awkward teenager I was
Full of, if anything, such uhms and uhs
That conversation with him might have been
A surefire damnable and mortal sin
For all that people did it. Memory does
Play tricks, but even so, (I know because
I lived it) he still gave an awkward spin
To all he did, and though he still had friends
And good close ones, they were a rarity,
Not necessarily from charity,
But certainly those isolation sends
Each to the other. Now, what has become
Of me, and where'd this social life come from?
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