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In solitude, I walk alone,
In a world that's turned to stone.
Loneliness, my constant friend,
A quiet ache that has no end.
The silence echoes in my soul,
A gaping void, an endless hole.
I seek a hand to hold my own,
To chase away the feeling, overthrown.
But in this solitude, I find,
A strength within, a quiet mind.
Loneliness, a bittersweet grace,
A chance to know my inner space.
In time, I'll learn to be complete,
With solitude that's bittersweet.
For in this lonely, quiet hour,
I find the strength to bloom and flower.
In a world that's turned to stone.
Loneliness, my constant friend,
A quiet ache that has no end.
The silence echoes in my soul,
A gaping void, an endless hole.
I seek a hand to hold my own,
To chase away the feeling, overthrown.
But in this solitude, I find,
A strength within, a quiet mind.
Loneliness, a bittersweet grace,
A chance to know my inner space.
In time, I'll learn to be complete,
With solitude that's bittersweet.
For in this lonely, quiet hour,
I find the strength to bloom and flower.