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Midnight.
Blackest sky Outside my window I can see A stranger people Walking the streets. But this is not my home. I am a the stranger here With no language,but my pen. I have no Lover, Only my pen and a phone which no one calls. I am a young girl I am adored by millions But no one calls.....
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