Poetry

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There was once a man so lonely that the only calls he ever got were accidental calls, others dialing him by mistake. But he was grateful and welcomed even those calls, because they interrupted the miserable monotony of his daily life. He considered suicide, but didn't really think he could go through with it. Still he knew that many like him often did end up taking their own lives.
May we interupt the misery of many like him this year.....accidentally but also on purpose.

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