Im talking to the walls again
they are always willing to listen to me when I need them most.
Im crying in the dark again,
it's always there to comfort me so I never feel alone.
I think to the cold
for it is who knows me most.
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One great man said-
"If you don't know the language of a country, even though you might have scored a doctorate, there, you are an illiterate"
All the best with kind wishes!
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