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Vanshika Singh

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"You Sit Inside Your Room While It Rains Outside, Press Your Face To The Glass And Watch Those Tiny Drops

"You sit inside your room while it rains outside, press your face to the glass and watch those tiny drops reach their destination, the inviting ground. Then, you go outside, get drenched and your long hair sticking to your face, the clothes clinging like leeches, and warmth long gone.

Some things are better off far and distant. Embracing too much of them often makes you ill. Stay home. Stay dry."

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