i'm in the house with 2 people,
but why do i feel lonely?
why do i feel as an orphan in my own home.
are the people changing or am i changing without i realising it myself....
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I would like to translate this poem
Routine activities bore us though with other people, so make it something that excites or post some challenges; go out with your family and paint the town red! Regards.