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Really upset for what comes across me lately Had to keep my mind busy Because solitude is the real friend Rare people use to get along with it I came with myself To the place I love   without a bunch of friends I experienced it myself Solitude means enjoy yourself feeling alone   but not to feel lonely I played it myself To be dumb and pretend to understand nothing   while the world is crumbling down I watched it myself The place to stay for a while   in all of sudden got burnt    that left pieces of memories I felt it myself Having the loudest minds   always do something to limit their circle    and keep their feeling out from sight     while pain cut you off in an unorganized way I did it myself Meant to be good and somehow hollow I listened to it myself After words that come from the mouth are nonsense I buried it myself Guilty feeling that always comes up   and it keeps pushing up the ground to the skies I said it to myself This must have come to an end Seems like having a different personalities But, I can assure you it's not It all full of stress and bliss simultaneously Wish you to get well and blessed really soon   myself
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Sep 24, 2018
Sep 24, 2018 at 10:07 AM UTC
Sol(ve)it(d)ude
Really upset for what comes across me lately Had to keep my mind busy Because solitude is the real friend Rare people use to get along with it I came with myself To the place I love   without a bunch of friends I experienced it myself Solitude means enjoy yourself feeling alone   but not to feel lonely I played it myself To be dumb and pretend to understand nothing   while the world is crumbling down I watched it myself The place to stay for a while   in all of sudden got burnt    that left pieces of memories I felt it myself Having the loudest minds   always do something to limit their circle    and keep their feeling out from sight     while pain cut you off in an unorganized way I did it myself Meant to be good and somehow hollow I listened to it myself After words that come from the mouth are nonsense I buried it myself Guilty feeling that always comes up   and it keeps pushing up the ground to the skies I said it to myself This must have come to an end Seems like having a different personalities But, I can assure you it's not It all full of stress and bliss simultaneously Wish you to get well and blessed really soon   myself
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fyodormatveyev
Sep 24, 2018
Sep 24, 2018 at 10:07 AM UTC
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