To Loneliness

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By day, I bask in my solitude, 
Solitude as a weapon of freedom,
To sustain my inner peace, 
In a world full of chaos. 
Solitude is the shield then, 
I love shielding my world with. 


By night, I loathe this solitude, 
And love to name it as "Loneliness".
The warmth fades away. 
Cold creeps in my soul, 
As I lie awake like a broken-winged bird
Counting the hours. 
My self-created shield now throttles me, 
Amid the silence of the world. 

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