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I want to write memories of how you changed my life into a dream, my body into a pair of curves and my soul into the little thing I never had.

I want to write easy words with complicated meanings which shall draw your ink from your heart to paper filled with scars.

I want to write the phrases you swallowed while penning down my intimacy with dots and lines.

I want you to read me, written on big banners in The Times New Roman, 76, BOLD and Underlines in front of your desperate eyes.

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