To withdraw is not to disappear,
it is to see with tender eyes.
They flee not shadows, but disguise,
and breathe where truth alone is near.
A heart will quiet, yet remain whole,
unchained by masks that others prize.
Solitude is the soft reply,
to a world that starves the soul.
Nov 19, 2025
Nov 19, 2025 at 1:13 AM UTC
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