You want me to be my vivacious self, the one you fell in love with many moons ago
You want me to be chirpy, and listen to the music in my heart
You want me to be happy, and glow in my ebullience
You want to see me alive again.
But that's not possible anymore. The poison, it is spreading.
Maybe in afterlife.
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Would a tourniquet and an antidote come in handy? Till the moon comes out from behind the cloud and breathes life back in again?
I got the antidote (wink, wink), Thank you!
Oh Thank God for the little mercies in life :)
ektu a(n)tel hoye jache na ki ;-)
Hello Priya,
Your name rang a bell...
Nice one, particularly easy to relate to...
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