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Solitude is my refuge...

My one and only home,

Everybody here misses me...

When im gone too long.

I put my mask on well,

But it only stays awhile,

People make me tired,

Weary is my smile.

I wish I could be here forever,

Wrapped in my little cup,

But I miss my poison potion,

My poison is my luck.

He makes me feel like something,

Makes me alive somewhat,

Then pull the rug under my feet,

When he thinks Iv had enough.

Here's to my solitude,

Who knows me very well,

Know i will come running back,

For in her comfort, I dwell.

-C.M.