NEW YEAR ENTRIES. Day 6 Not the first. I was not in my senses then. not because of the hangover. it's just that, I couldn't leave the year so soon. wanted to linger for a while. just to look back and wonder what a mess I made there. just to make sure I am picking up all the fallen pieces of us. not to leave a single memory behind. NO. I don't want to let go. I will pick the fallen piece every time, though it cuts and peels and bruise me. I refuse to let go. I will pick myself up with every fallen piece. one at a time. and make a collage out of it. I will frame it and hang it in my balcony. I will make sure all my visitors see it. feel it. and when they will see it, I want them to be scared of me- of how much I can give. Of how big my heart is, still beating to pour. and when they leave, just like you did, I will make a collage again. I will wait for the new year.
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Wow,
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You are doing great …
It's been long enough to say love you to you btt I never do
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