Where are you???
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It’s cold, not the weather; the solitude. The weariness in eyes, the longing in mind, and the lusterless prosaic; makes me ruminate where am I headed, is this what I wanted?
It’s cold, not the weather; the solitude. The weariness in eyes, the longing in mind, and the lusterless prosaic; makes me ruminate where am I headed, is this what I wanted?
