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Jun 2022
I leaned over to the man
With shaking legs
A face, weathered by tension
I looked into his eyes and asked:
"Sir, how did you end up here?"
He replied with no hesitation
"I cared too much about others
Now with my condition
I am no one without another."
Written by
Chandy  22/M/U.S
(22/M/U.S)   
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