Solitude
As time passes, my heart grows increasingly rich,Unlike my youth,I no longer do things the way I used to,With every new friend I meet,We hit it off immediately,Or insist on shaping thoughts into concrete forms,Whether they come or go,In my view, it's the same thing,As long as I can maintain my self and unwavering will,As long as I have the strength to climb the mountain on summer nights,To watch the stars gather,On the other side of the mountain,To let them believe I love them,Love more than what is real,To let them believe I care deeply,Even if I walk alone,And if that makes them happy, it doesn't matter to me,As long as I am whole,Like a flower or a stone,
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