I walk alone on paths untread,
Each step a whisper in the night,
A dance with shadows, soft and light.
The world around me fades away,
As solitude becomes my day,
No hand to hold, no voice to hear,
Just the rhythm of my fear.
Yet in this solitude, I find
A deeper strength, a clearer mind,
The quiet hum of nature's song,
Guides me gently, keeps me strong.
I walk alone, yet not in vain,
Through summer's sun and autumn's rain,
Each mile a journey to my core,
Where dreams are free to soar once more.
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