Better the silence of honest space
Than the noise of a two-faced embrace.
Better the echo of your own breath
Than love that hides a quiet death.
They smile, they speak, they play the part,
But venom sleeps beneath the heart.
Their touch is warm, their words are sweet—
Yet every kindness hides deceit.
So walk alone, and walk with pride,
No need for masks to stand beside.
The peace you find in solitude
Outshines their poisoned platitude.
Let truth be your companion near,
Not hollow love that breeds your fear.
For living lone is not a curse—
It's freedom from a bond reversed.
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