The club's roofs are coming down and I realise I'm seeing the inside for the first time now. This 'tomorrow is another day' thing that has become my staple is so damn detrimental to today's potential while it serves up all excuses of tomorrow's possibilities...
Anu was humming a semi-prose poetry and I asked her where she had learnt it. It seems she wrote it herself and it's all about how growing up means giving up all pleasures of life. I don't think I'm being a good example.
Anu was humming a semi-prose poetry and I asked her where she had learnt it. It seems she wrote it herself and it's all about how growing up means giving up all pleasures of life. I don't think I'm being a good example.
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