As I look around,
I perceive what I've not found,
Love, passion,
And petty things of that fashion,
Emotions run wild,
But mine have been filed,
Away forever,
And I have to sever,
Myself from the thought,
I know love cannot be caught,
Or faked,
And yet I am caked,
With bitterness,
But I will soon regain my bliss,
Until then,
I shall drown in the ink of this pen,
Kill off my hate,
'Cause the sooner it's fate,
The nearer my dawning,
My reformation is yawning,
Waking up and getting prepared,
For my recovery to be aired,
And join the others in their quest,
To leave the safe, solitary nest,
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