My Solitude
There's more to me than what you see.Fragments of a soul I choose to be.
Thoughts in my mind you'll never know.
I'm only the things I choose to show.
Graceless lies upon my shelf.
Books of dreams kept to myself.
Enchanted night only I embrace.
Unfinished thoughts forgotten.
Woke up one day to see the sun.
And realized I'm not anyone.
Apart from me, my quiet disguise.
But in my solitude, I feel alive.
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