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Daydreaming alone,
He sits in silence,
Often asking himself,
Why he had to face such pain and violence.

His writing always varies,
A reflection of his soul,
Some of it lite and happy,
Some as dark as coal.

In solitude he finds comfort,
Secluded in silent thought,
Closer here than anywhere,
To the peace he always sought.

A reclusive nature,
Tears always at his heart,
For he wishes to break free,
Before he falls apart.