This fascination with solitude, shall
Drown me soon. I can vouch I don't
Understand it, yet I flirt with it.
Misguided image of the self,
Misunderstood by virtue of being me,
I crave what I mustn't.
I suffer it, yet I invoke it,
I invite it; fooled pleasure yes
But fooled I remain.
I hate, I take it; I must
Lose me from me, unsafe I am
With me. Lose me, take me...
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