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I won’t tell you
Freedom’s not sweet
If you’re alone.

I won’t tell you
Joy isn’t real
If there’s no one
To share it.

I won’t tell you
That I dislike solitude
Or wish for constant
Attention.

I won’t tell you
That I prefer company
Over solitude.

I won’t tell you
I prefer solitude
Over company.

I won’t tell you
That love
Or lack of it
Shapes my actions
Or thoughts.

I won’t tell you
That it really affects me
At all.

I won’t tell you
That I need someone.

I won’t tell you
That I need anyone.

But I can’t tell you
That I don’t wish
You were here.