I am writing here
and you are reading there.
You should be writing something,
so, that I can read something.

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Someone may have
forty friends and
you may have only one
but he may be more lonely,
if in times of need,
you have that one
and he has none.

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I have a collection of letters.
Some of them are
talking about my day,
others are asking about
your day.
Some are confessions
and few are secrets.
But all of them
are waiting to
be delivered.

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You may call me
a sad person
or a pessimistic,
or maybe a coward.
But be in my shoes,
you will see me as
a Practical.

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I wanted to ask this for long
but I am not allowed to ask.
I have been living in a jail,
one I created for myself.
I have been living on pain,
one I am responsible for.
But for every misery of mine,
answer of this question is all I need.
Are you Okay?

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Maybe it's the sky
sharing its pain with us.

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heart , not. But
it is emotion,
memories,
it is feeling.
Maybe, love is
temple where
we worship
our lover.

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though with heavy heart,
and with great pain.
Precious you are for me
but the world you must see,
must live, though it's
aching my heart.
My love, I set you free.

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I am not fan of nickname
and I never had one
but sometimes, I miss
what you used to call me.

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Sky makes me believe
that restraints,
we believe in,
are fake.
There will be clouds
of darkness, but light
will follow.
It will rain few days
but it, rather, will make
you stronger.

Sky makes me believe,
whatever difficulty may be,
we can achieve the new heights
and cross our limits.

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