Solitude

The smiles that caressed my heart
Illusion, I see truth again
My darkened heart never deserted me
I cry for my solitude
I am glad others refuse to love
Death shall be my gift to others
Their burden will be lifted, my fractured soul set free
In my grave peace I shall know
In my heart, love refuses to enter
So be it, I like it this way

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