Originally published in Triond on May 2008
I sit alone with my friend – my solitude, my destiny
With no one to soothe me, no one to excite me
It’s only intricacies that make up life
Life is but complacency
Life is but obscurity
I am killed to life
I sit alone with my friend – my solitude, my destiny
With no one to soothe me, no one to excite me
It’s only intricacies that make up life
Life is but complacency
Life is but obscurity
I am killed to life
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