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“Solitude, what a sad and beautiful thing it is! How beautiful when we choose it! How sad when it is forced upon us year after year!” The ultimate loneliness inevitably becomes evil.”

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“Life's cruel hand has carved me hollow, My soul aches beneath its silent weight. No bitterness resides within, Yet, I long for solitude's gentle touch. Let the world fade like falling leaves, Their voices mere whispers in the wind. I seek solace in forgotten corners, Where silence echoes my pain. Sunsets weep, staining the sky with sorrow, As I walk the path of sadness. No anger dwells in my fragile heart, Just the desperate plea: " leave me alone - leave me alone.”

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