Alone

SharThinHlaeContemplative

When I'm alone My thoughts are grown When I'm alone My thoughts are strong

I feel the truth Of being me

And I don't need to Keep my thoughts mute Like when I with people Who are not real......

SharThinHlae

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Mood:: Contemplative
Topics:: solitude, thought, person

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