Lonely Crowds

When I am alone, I am not lonely. When I am lonely, I am not alone. Hours spent by myself pass like minutes. Minutes spent in company pass like hours. Sitting in my home I feel endless. Standing in a crowd I feel isolated. Why does it seem like these things are reversed?

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