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I didn't choose solitude
It has chosen me
It enters into my ears
To play its own music
It enters into my eyes
To create its own visuals
It enters into my heart
To pulsate its own beats
It enters into my mind
Like a hurricane of thoughts.
Ever since, we are accustomed
To live in a complete symbiosis
It dominates my mind and heart
As her memories and thoughts...
I too with adequate grit and grace
Allow it home like a docile host.
Yet at times it becomes too demanding
With its obsessive compulsive thoughts
To make room for its half-brother -
The wretched evil loneliness, I hate
Then it's a force to reckon with
With ferocious animosity and instinct
In a constant struggle for existence, and
Titanic war of a mortal and an omnipotent
Let's see then who survives at last.
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