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....
In the field there are millions of grasses. Every grass is alone!
A nice poem it is. Love it.10++
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.
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