A face cleansed by tears,
the secret to eternal youth,
tears
across your cheeks
running down your fingers.
I have the right to be alone,
500 people have given me this right,
I have nothing else,
I have no right to freindship,
to a freindly smile or greeting
no right to kindness
of even the smallest sort,
I have the right to be alone.
I shall always have this right
regardless of the times or seasons,
pushed in by people,
crowded by belifes,
but no boundary can hold me
no minority can claim me
whether I like it or not,
this is freedom,
this is flight.
I can be what I want
and do as I choose,
I have the right to be alone.
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