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Mar 2020
She slept through the new year's day.
On valentine she ate her chocolates alone.
On Easter, her eggs didn't have colors.
Her apartment hunted her, on Halloween.
On thanksgiving, her turkey got burnt.
On Christmas eve. There wasn't any sock to hang.
Mistletoe dried up!
Isolated in her own head.
No love here!
Life of a stranger
deyrah
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