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veenanair
Oh, I feel lonely, amidst the bustling throng. Alas, I ponder deep, What pulls me here along? This shadow softly creeps, now bitter, now forlorn, Yet whispers through the night: "In solitude, you're reborn."
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Mar 1
Mar 1, 2026 at 3:07 AM UTC
Echoes in the Crowd