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Like I always do

I am going to write you a letter describing everything I can't say. I am going to frankly pen down every emotion. The letter is going to talk about all that we have been through and everything I wish I had said to you back then. Its also going to describe all that I feel for you. For once, I will be honest and clear, without metaphor or abstraction. For once, I will tell it like it is. It will explain to you just how much I care about you and just how much everything you say and do means to me.

And then I am going to seal the letter and bury it in my cupboard. 

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  1. Unknown6 February 2011 at 11:02

    Oh MY freaking God, that is JUST what I do.

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  2. Anonymous6 February 2011 at 16:50

    ... so now I know TWO really cruel people :-)

    Highly intelligent, but cruel.

    - ASnonymous

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  3. Anonymous6 February 2011 at 16:55

    now i knw whr to find ur views on me.. ;)

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  4. Zoya Brar7 February 2011 at 00:37

    @ riddhi - I do that all the time. There are even some letters addressed to myself ;-)

    @ AS - cruel?! How ?

    @ anonymous -- who are you?

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  5. Anonymous7 February 2011 at 09:09

    Writing letters to yourself - Freaky

    Guess I belong to a different world altogether

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  6. Unknown7 February 2011 at 10:44

    Zoya, this is freaky! lol. Too much similar I say!

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  7. Zoya Brar7 February 2011 at 10:57

    Um, its a way of getting perspective, putting things on paper! Also, may I know who you are anonymous?

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  8. Anonymous8 February 2011 at 18:40

    mm.. der r two different anonymous characters here.. well m d first one..
    keep guessing coz u ll knw me wen m actually scanning ur cupboard, afterall its so easily reachable.

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  9. Zoya Brar9 February 2011 at 10:39

    is that DB?

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  10. Anonymous9 February 2011 at 12:35

    naa. last try ;)

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  11. Anonymous9 February 2011 at 14:14

    ab?

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  12. Anonymous12 February 2011 at 08:23

    LOST

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  13. Zoya Brar12 February 2011 at 09:02

    Va or hs

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  14. Anonymous12 February 2011 at 10:16

    BOOOOO....

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  15. Anonymous12 February 2011 at 10:46

    ok i am done guessing. Tell me who you are if you want to.

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  16. wont say anonymous :-)22 February 2011 at 04:45

    write this letter - if its good stuff pl pl send it to the person . if you want to nikalo gaalis write ten of those - bury them dont destroy them - wait for the right time and give them. how much you care sounds - like you do but maybe you dont ..... so . dont let anyone hurt you !!!!

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  17. Zoya Brar24 February 2011 at 05:35

    :) I write letters to people all the time. I never give it to them though ;-)

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