Solitude is mysterious

Solitude is strange

It can feel bliss'd, but it can render

Every time, it can always range.

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It's when time smites me wrong

Or I'm feeling depressed

I'd join a lonely room for company

And tell it how I was stressed.

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But what if you can't stand it,

What if you're pining for just anyone?

Keep seeking; in a world founded on those who care,

Never give up! Even if you find but one...

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Solitude may relieve, it may sadden

There's no telling what it can do and when

Meanwhile, I suggest you reframe its sharp claws

And find blessings instead in soft paws...