The feeble diary

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meet the feeble

rain or shine he walketh extra mile to reach this shelter

he longs for intervention

only to find out we’re lack of medication.

“I’m sorry for this misfortune,” I said.

“It broke my heart,” he said.

“Oh! this corruption!,” I heard someone mumbled.

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