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Don’t think you’re less if you’re happy hanging with your breath This life is not a test to see how many best Friends you make in a day You’re no less striking if you’ve taken a liking To solitude, stop fighting, you don’t have to abide To society’s way If you’re happy in your head than solitude is blessed and being alone becomes ok It’s only lonely when you tell yourself You’re the only one Who feels that way Give respect to silence Ya no man is an island But that doesn’t mean we’re all the same And it doesn’t mean that we’re not connected Or that we aren’t affected By the things that you say But you might just be missing out On what life’s all about When you try and keep the loneliness at bay You can find power In each flower But you don’t know the strength of the bouquet Until you’ve become acquainted with the quiet Until you’ve explored the highest Form of your decay It is only then, that you’ve strengthened And toughened enough those rough edges For the the loneliness to go away.
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May 11, 2014
May 11, 2014 at 6:11 PM UTC
Solitude
Don’t think you’re less if you’re happy hanging with your breath This life is not a test to see how many best Friends you make in a day You’re no less striking if you’ve taken a liking To solitude, stop fighting, you don’t have to abide To society’s way If you’re happy in your head than solitude is blessed and being alone becomes ok It’s only lonely when you tell yourself You’re the only one Who feels that way Give respect to silence Ya no man is an island But that doesn’t mean we’re all the same And it doesn’t mean that we’re not connected Or that we aren’t affected By the things that you say But you might just be missing out On what life’s all about When you try and keep the loneliness at bay You can find power In each flower But you don’t know the strength of the bouquet Until you’ve become acquainted with the quiet Until you’ve explored the highest Form of your decay It is only then, that you’ve strengthened And toughened enough those rough edges For the the loneliness to go away.
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May 11, 2014
May 11, 2014 at 6:11 PM UTC
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