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This isn't a normal story. It is a story of you and me through poem. It is a story of almost all of us. Some acknowledge it and some don't but we all have been through this atleast once.
The poem explains how we are all kind and ready to give up a piece of ourself to others even when we ourselves are lacking it. It is how we put others forward and be and feel left out at the end.
CHARACTERS-
We- one who is ready to help and serve even when not in state to do so.
Others-one who is being helped.
Please vote and share this, It is my first poem.
And forgive me for all my mistakes I am a beginner and will be better with your help and support.
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