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Protected By Loneliness
I can't recall how long I have been desolated, and rejected by all, living within these cement walls, emanating wishes unheard by anyone; staying indolent and thoughtless with this soul gnashing: so futile and drawn... Too long protected by loneliness, too soon to think of an incursion and reprimand myself of my impudence for having been so inadvertent; a reputed dreamer demanding impossible things to bring them to a conclusion... Too long retreated and secluded to have distorted thoughts; and not to recite this pious prayer, instead of an useless outcry... Too deviant and improbable to follow a straight course, fight for something desired to finally hang my flag of victory on the tallest pinnacle... Too long protected by loneliness, too unfeasible to undertake fear and be responsible; my hopes are fraught with feebleness, and my phantom always wanders past a wan dream: never to feel the emotional warmth of a hand...
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