I return home alone, I think to myself that I am no less than that street vagabond. It's not just Christmas time. I used to think about my loneliness. Many wandering vagabonds inside me gather at the thresholds of my mind. They talk to me when I am b ...
I return home alone, I think to myself that I am no less than that street vagabond. It's not just Christmas time. I used to think about my loneliness. Many wandering vagabonds inside me gather at the thresholds of my mind. They talk to me when I am busy with my work. They throw out anything they can get their hands on. Even when I am with someone and I have to confirm their words with my head...
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