When I was younger I always listened to the radio with my grandma, while my friends ran after the ice cream truck's melodies. I sought for quiet corners to read my book, while they darted through the open playground. Some people called me different, some had more bitter opinions, but I always kept in mind "A little solitude doesn't hurt anyone".
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The Rain On My Window
PoetryThoughts, feelings, and unspoken words. The beauty of seeing everything without barriers, just a naked soul.
