I befriend these four walls,
even though it's cold concrete,
the comfort listen when I speak,
at least they empathise as I punch these walls.
They hear me,
and I hear myself,
because I am the only one who ever hears me,
and they, and I are the only ones ever near me.
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Questions to Our Answers.
Short StoryWe all are questions, In search of the right answers - Unwritten poems, Infinite verses, Waiting to be put into words. start=>27.3.2018 end=> start editting=> end editing=> completed...
