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Aug 2020
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
Written by
Haadiya Sunasara  16
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   Ainsley, Diya and Nidhi Jaiswal
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