Seclusion
Seclusion
Off the grid in one's time and space,
One's preference of seclusion.
One's freedom for breathing space, living
In a world of fierce personal experiences
amongst other things.
Seclusion made friends with me personally
Each and everyone I cherished, I loved
wasn't equivalently consistent.
Most of the time being misunderstood nearby
By the young and old.
Eyes are now open wide.
Peculiar? Attempting to mute ones light.
Seclusion preserved essence of one's core of
Anima.
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