In the closeness of kinship, doth a quiet yearning taketh root,
Anon, we doth harbor high hopes and expectations,
Yet oft, these hopes be dashed 'pon the rocks of reality,
Leaving us adrift in the sea of longing.
The more we invest of ourselves, the greater our desires,
Yet alas, oft we find our desires unmet,
As if the bonds that bind us doth fray with time,
Leaving us bereft and forlorn.
With each new tie, we doth surrender a piece of our soul,
Only to find ourselves hungering for more,
As though our connections doth diminish,
Leaving us feeling diminutive and lost.
Seek we solace in the warmth of companionship,
Yet find ourselves oft cast into the chill of solitude,
Where our pleas go unheard, our needs unmet,
Leaving us solitary amidst the throng.
In the throes of attachment, we find ourselves alive,
Yet ever mindful of the specter of loss,
For in the depths of affection lie the seeds of sorrow,
Leaving us to navigate this labyrinth of emotion alone.
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