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Solitude
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innocence Words are not enough to decribe
the love and redemption of solitude
My wary eyes only close
to open to a new day
The haze is too thick to see in
Things I dont understand dont matter
anymore; I feel pursued
by something that was never there
Blinking, and still followed
by my own love and graciousness
the tender care that I feel
from no one but me
The pity
That others could not give
perhaps the grass is greener
on the other side
But on the long run
theres no place to hide.
