Title: वैकल्पिक

Text: I feel lonely. I feel worse - strange. And when I leave I cry in the car. And I say to myself that the trouble with life is that people are strangers. Anne... people are strangers. I don't know if I can go on spilling myself out to people - those strange strangers. As I may have said, I am not at home in myself. I seem to be a ship that is sailing out of my own life. प्रत्येक पराग्राफले परीक्षण हुनेछ।

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