“Love your solitude and bear the pain it causes you with a melody wrought with lament… take pleasure in your growth, in which no one can accompany you, and be kind-hearted towards those you leave behind”
Senior year is lonely, I talk to like 3 ppl—this is my own doing. I miss the ppl I knew, regret leaving them behind. Idk if I can let that go for poetry, but this passage gives me some solace anyway
— Dec 26, 2025 05:05PM
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