This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.
I am treated like a
criminal for no mistake of mine,
My hopes are languid , I live with the fact that I can never be
fine .
Everyone gradually walked out on me, a desolate seclusion stared
me in the face
The reality sank in, I was nothing but an outcast in the human
race
All I wish now is that I wake up tomorrow having one good friend….Just
let the solitude end !
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