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mentally iscolated is the key to finding truth. |
| Majestically in it's place, painting on it's own recluse. everywhere is solitude. trying to amend this truce. drying the cares of seclusion to find the secret solution. heavy breaths of a joy to be found There is not a care about anyone around. ideas to decide, and contemplate timely, isolation is the key, to not follow blindly. gripping pieces come now abide to their own reason solving what's to become of, their freelance destination. endless waves upon the grey fog. simplify all things that are wrong. come to me, thoughts of tomorrow guide your reason into what I do know. help me come up with a surreal concept. something of life, which no mind seemed to have kept confidence tall, but a mess. speaks no words, but for the best. teach me what you listen for, and I'll be the one to make sure, that these riddles are concealed behind the ink |