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High and Dry

It is said that some people are to stay,
And some are just visitors,
And I know this,
And I have experienced this,
But never did it hurt me like this,
Isolation never gave me panic attacks,
But now it does,
To all the people who said,
Kirti can fucking survive anywhere,
Without anyone,
Believe me,
I am trying to prove you right,
I'm trying hard to keep it together,
But why does these people ignoring me is bothering me,
 I don't know,
It is said that some people are to stay,
And some are just visitors,
And I know this,
But what if the one you thought was there to stay,
Left you high and dry.

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