It was the time when the melodies of morning,
And whispers of night, sweetly adorning,
Woke her gently from dreams so deep,
With voice messages, her heart to keep...

Now is the time, a stark contrast,
Where even a text feels like a vast,
Burden upon weary shoulders, tired,
In this digital age, where connections are wired.

But hush, don't dare to complain,
For in chaos, complaints are in vain.
Accept the change, embrace the new style,
Complaining is something he won't like.

It's been a while since those days of old.
Yet memories linger, precious like gold.
Though methods change, love remains true,

In this ever-shifting world, it's what I hold onto.

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Honey, even a dog doesn't talk but still shows its emotions and we girls still love them.
How can we not love you when you're acting like one!!!

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As i turned to the next page of the novel,
I realised, I connected to it in more than different ways.
Was it a story of my life, someone imagined and wrote it in such beautiful a way?

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Just don't come home.
To take me home...

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When you're in love with coldness,
How can you even desire some warmth of sun?

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Sometimes all you need is a little talk with loved one...
But it's difficult to get that too sometimes.
So you just sit alone...
Think about the memories of different times...
Just smile with heavy eyes.
Sometimes it's all about the Little talks...
You wished they understood without telling them twice.

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Sometimes all you need is a little talk with loved one...
But it's difficult to get that too sometimes.
So you just sit alone...
Think about the memories of different times...
Just smile with heavy eyes.
Sometimes it's all about the Little talks...
You wished they understood without telling them twice.

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