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Jul 2020
For her, it's not about being alone
It's about being lonely.
Sometimes she feels like
getting lost among those strangers...
where no one knows her name
where she's just a girl with a
mysterious pair of eyes.
She feels free among strangers,
free from the burden of everyone knowing her.
She enjoys being lost among strangers.
A beautiful place along the sea with lights and soft music
waits for her.
And there she is...
with her hands in the air and open hair,
she dances the night away among strangers...
And at the end they all become strangers
but with memories...
She was an adventure in world that had stopped believing in fairytales...
Sometimes you are just tired of a place and you want to run away from there.
Khaab
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Khaab  18/F/I don't know
(18/F/I don't know)   
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       Autumn, MS Anjaan, Imran Islam and Fawn
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