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In Solitude, i find something special yet cruel Despite of caring too much, expecting to be reciprocated wouldn’t end well How i envy those people who I must’ve called friends For they have a someone as obsessed to care for others as their friend In Solitude, i see peace in chaos For it was the loudest noise that brings voices of ghosts In Solitude, i see chaos in peace Though stability is immaculate, it will cease to exist In Solitude, i found me A side of me that yearns more than what i am A side of me that is more than it seems For it was In Solitude that made me who i am
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Mar 27, 2025
Mar 27, 2025 at 12:18 PM UTC
Involuntary Solitude
In Solitude, i find something special yet cruel Despite of caring too much, expecting to be reciprocated wouldn’t end well How i envy those people who I must’ve called friends For they have a someone as obsessed to care for others as their friend In Solitude, i see peace in chaos For it was the loudest noise that brings voices of ghosts In Solitude, i see chaos in peace Though stability is immaculate, it will cease to exist In Solitude, i found me A side of me that yearns more than what i am A side of me that is more than it seems For it was In Solitude that made me who i am
Markybiz
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Mar 27, 2025
Mar 27, 2025 at 12:18 PM UTC
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