Solitude is my burden.
I have forsaken all.
I will be taken by separation.
This is my defiance.
This is where I step off.
I have given for the last time.
I will take no more.
I live for the seclusion.
The peace in isolation.
This is my choice.
I will walk alone.
I will die alone.
I cannot be brought to any
different.
I am cut off.
I am bled dry.
Shed no tears.
This is my destination.
(Scott David Buckley-18/04/2012)
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