[Highest #348 in Romance] Life was hard.. At times, I wanted to die. But I kept on living because of some reason. For Something... For Someone... I could never hear others nor speak anything. All I could do was wait for someone to pull me out of my loneliness. A year after my life changed, when I flipped through the pages of a handmade notebook of poems, I realized that although I was imperfect, I was perfect for at least someone.
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