We look like strangers.
We know each other.
We don’t talk more.Three times a day.
I know the work it’s too tired to feel bad.
But u speak loundly and discourteously to us.
I know u sleep less and ur waist hurts.
But u are grow-up! Be nice to us.
I don’t want to hate u until u die.
Please make sure what’s wrong with u and take care yourself.
The stranger
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