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Being an Introvert, Doesn't mean being aloof nor rude It is rather an art of living....alone Our shyness is mistaken for insolence And our being alone for having an attitude Our trusted companion(mind) gives all the company that is needed It fills us with thoughts so deep, Another would drown in them Feeling are so pure, Angels would bow down to them
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Aug 9, 2020
Aug 9, 2020 at 3:17 AM UTC
Being an Introvert
Being an Introvert, Doesn't mean being aloof nor rude It is rather an art of living....alone Our shyness is mistaken for insolence And our being alone for having an attitude Our trusted companion(mind) gives all the company that is needed It fills us with thoughts so deep, Another would drown in them Feeling are so pure, Angels would bow down to them
Introverts are gravely misunderstood
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Aug 9, 2020
Aug 9, 2020 at 3:17 AM UTC
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