To be alone, sounds so sad.
To sit in silence, drives some mad.
What most don't see, it's actually quiet great.
Not a question is asked, you never have to wait.
You depend on yourself, and learn to grow.
You show your strength, and the world will know.
That to be alone is beautiful, it will never be sad.
It is bad company, that truly makes us mad.

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