Attitude Solitude
Cradled by solitude
Because of other's attitude
Death, depression, and disfigurement do a bully make
Leaving destruction in wake.
Take a soul, bottle it up
Pour out a wretched thing.
The insecurities you leave behind
placing on another's mind's eye.
In the end tis you who'll suffer
You'll never know any other
You'll be in a purgatory of your own insincerities
Cradled by solitude
Because of your attitude
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