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Solitude

Sitting alone in my dark head.

The one I used to know is gone.

She has become so full of hate and regret.

Regret of my past life.

I saw no future until I met you.

I changed.

I changed who I was.

Who I am.

I walked alone.

I was empty inside.

When you woke me I was grateful.

So much so I was willing to lose my own voice

and let you become my voice.

Silent I stood.

Silent I remained.

Now no more silence,

I will be heard.

I will stand up.

I will be heard.

Solitude No More.