Growing up alone,
Was hard.
Guitar, melancholy songs,
Solitaire with cards.
Time and loneliness,
Eventually passed.
Now looking back,
In some strange way,
I cherish those times.
For little did I know,
It was just life training,
And so much more.
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Growing up alone,
Was hard.
Guitar, melancholy songs,
Solitaire with cards.
Time and loneliness,
Eventually passed.
Now looking back,
In some strange way,
I cherish those times.
For little did I know,
It was just life training,
And so much more.