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1d
A stranger knocks at my door-
I opened it and saw,
Loneliness standing in front of me,
Saying, β€œHello, old friend."
there are times when loneliness starts to sink in and sometimes we just accept it and greet it like an old friend.
Written by
kris  18/F
(18/F)   
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