Remember the days when you sit all alone, Your identity remains yet unknown. You’re so rude, How peculiar is your mood? You’re so formal, Why do you seem abnormal? You’re so boring, What’s the use of communicating? They’re ready to judge, To hold a grudge. Easy it may seem, But that’s obviously a dream. The … Continue reading Being an Introvert.
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