For solitude, I pine
This world, so unkind
Silence would be fine
Time to unwind
Needing to rest
So discouraged, I must confess
Everyday, a constant test
Consumed by unhappiness
Patience wearing so thin
In my head, thoughts tumble about
Fighting the anger within
Wanting to shout
In seclusion, my time I'll bide
Waiting for the anger to subside
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