A/N: this one isnt mine, but still let me know what you think

Alone with my thoughts.

Secluded in a vast sea of loneliness, and I am but a single drop.

An insignificant speckle of emotion.

So come... Come drink of the brine.

Have enjoyment, though I wallow alone.

For loneliness bares no company in the eyes of a visitor.

It holds no refuge in the arms of an enemy.

And bares no witness to the shame which I call myself…

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Argumentative, whilst my emotions swell with the fabric of my being.

My friend sorrow joins me for another visit.

And while we dance in the river of madness I have created.

I ponder.

Was it my very madness which has bought me to rejoice with my sorrow…

Or was it the very river that sorrow madly loved?