She laughs, she cries.
She plays pranks.
She tries to understand people.
She tries to make them understand.
She thinks.
Sometimes too much.
She walks.
She runs.
She holds my hands.
She is with me all the time.
I think she is pretty.
Her name is loneliness.
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Isnt it strange Pramz, that there are times in life, when you have been so busy with life and friends, you dont know when to find time for yourself and how. And then as you mature, things change drastically. There was a time when you would sit with friends/ family to solve a problem. But today, you only need some lonliness when there is a problem. Not that it can solve, but surely can give a lot of solace.
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