She sat in the darkness all alone
Hugged her knees
And cried, and screamed.
But atlast she would
thank the God
That there was no one to see.
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Eunoia
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She sat in the darkness all alone
Hugged her knees
And cried, and screamed.
But atlast she would
thank the God
That there was no one to see.
