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I thought i would write a poem today...yet the words seem dishevelled in my head. So doing what I do best- scribble. Its one of those days when life pulls you down and you let go because you are exhausted and do not want to fight to come up. Its one of those days when you  bury your tears deep deep deep, keep it under lock and key and yet a drop manages an escapade. Its one of those days when memories trample you. 
I know tomorrow will not be today.......tomorrow I will rise again, walk again, laugh again. Tomorrow I will fight back- life, the tears, memories........
Yet today has carved a niche for itself amidst the many tomorrows.....

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ananya chatterjee said…
that is so beautiful.............so real i cudnt have ever portrayed sumthn so beautiful in words darling
May 3, 2009 at 10:17 AM
Story Map said…
thanks a lot ya....penned down my emotions thats all
May 3, 2009 at 6:24 PM
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