Amidst the world, a soul in solitude,
Enveloped in a void of deafening hush,
In isolation, oftentimes imbued,
Its spirit aches with melancholy's crush.
No warmth of kin or touch of friendly hand,
No voice to soothe the heart's despairing groan,
No laughter, love, nor joy to understand,
The hours pass in silence and alone.
The wind that whispers through the barren trees,
The rustling leaves that brush against the ground,
The chirping birds that sing in melodies,
Are lost to ears that hear no earthly sound.
The heart that beats within this lonely breast,
Is but a captive of its own design,
In solitude, it seeks for peace and rest,
And prays for solace that it cannot find.
Thus, in this state of quiet desperation,
The soul laments its fate with bitter tears,
As isolation, loneliness, and silence,
Become the only companions of its fears.
Freaking wow, the GPT and Stable Diffusion did everything from "social isolation" :D
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