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Dear You,

Do you know how it feels when something rips you apart ?

The first second you realise that something hit you.

The next five seconds your realise you are badly hurt.

The next few hours are spent in agony.

You cannot really cry.

Tears form in your eyes - you need to hold them back.

Till your vision blurs.

A slight ache near the heart, or somewhere in between.

Now, the head gives in. There is an excrutiating gash somewhere.

You need not figure out where.

You need to shout but you cannot. Or rather, should not.

You need to pretend to be brave.

The world will beat you to pulp once you let it know of your vulnerability.

As the hours pass, you realise that you can live with this pain.

And just walk along.




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All Consuming Love

Dear You,

Looks like I have found you.

In the depths of my love, I notice your smile.

Yes, the one you flash after that brief moment of joy.

I feel your fingers entwined in mine. All the time.

Your eyes speak to mine, asking me questions.

Remember the first time I told you of my affection and my afflictions ?

You must know this. You consume my thoughts, time and grief.

Glad to have met you.