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A bacchanalian's diary

Hey !

You know, I never meant to hurt you. I love you !
I think I hit you last night and I am sorry.
I won't drink anymore. Never !
That man ! What does he think of himself ! Is he my lord ?
I'll leave that goddamn job. But then, I again think of you and Ela.
Does she know  ? I hope not. I want to be a good father.
I shall give up drinking.
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I am sorry !

I hate myself when I see you with those stitches on the lips.
How could I ! I broke my promise. I shall kill that man. He has ruined my life.
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You ran away... with Ela. Am I a devil ?
I shall drink tonight. To stop this pain. To stop this madness.
I shall.....
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Karan said…
Interesting and at places, deep diving :)
December 1, 2014 at 11:09 PM
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