People think lonliness is a shadow dark
When covers a person hard to pass;
But there are people who like to wear,
The thick black covering of solitude
There's a reason they give and say;
What is life but lonliness?
No one live but for himself....
So why to seek company?
Why to pour your heart out?
When your greatest friend is with you....
Holding you save and strong
That is your ownself and yourself alone
For no one care for the others
But for theirselves only
So i'll do the same
And will gain a friend
I'll have that covering of solitude
And will have my ownself
Then i'll be happy and satisfied
Wisdom ceases to be wisdom when it becomes too proud to weep, too grave to laugh, and too selfish to seek other than itself.
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