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Dear Thursday,

Knowing what people think of you hurts. How come you turn into that one person you never wanted to be? Hurtful, judgemental, and not aware of other's need and get full of narcissism? I think it happens like this: You get a life. Then, you meet people who make that life easier for you. And slowly, you do not have time to say Thank you to them, or appreciate them, or say I love you because you have hundred of things on your plate. And as your plate keeps getting heavier, you realise you are not eating food; you are piling them to just look different, to just be doing something. Huh. Well, Thursday, as you are well aware of my life, how about we trade days? Make my today a Sunday, and I will keep you posted with my mood swings.

Yours,
Apologetic girl.

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सपना ~

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Missing never stops, does it?

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If this is how I write, god, take away my words

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Platonic Love ~

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Well, it is not really hard to decipher

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Balcony ~

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Dear Delhi,

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