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Such a small, powerful word
Something so big but also so small
Something that could be beneficial for one
But to others, means nothing at all.
What is isolation, you say?
Maybe when I like to be myself
And go off the grid for a couple of days.
But, why do I do this, you may ask?
Maybe I do this because I’m done with trying to impress.
Tired of faking to be in first class.
Maybe I’m done with lies and tells
Or done with the depression I face but to others it
Might be an
Isolation is my escape.
My escape to be free.
My escape to be me,
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