Graduate in Health promotion, certified counselor and ardent writer of romantic poetry
A skinny adolescent girl.
neatly dressed in grey with curls on her forehead.
All the way to the library she would walk
Without a sense of others talk.
Whenever the crowd pushed her away
She was able to stand and smile
She knows to be content on her own
Yet, they named her an "Introvert"
She had friends,
And they had names.
She could talk to them
And of course through them
However, the world failed to see
that, she talked to the world
Through her books.
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