to the listeners...

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do life always changes this drastically with everyone?
from summer the weather slowly turns for the autumn and then slowly to winter....
but why it seems like it was summer yesterday and then, suddenly the hail storms have made the sky all dark and gloomy for me....
earlier i liked the pitter patter of the rains that fell on my face....i loved the rains, and yeah i still do...but now the only drops that i can feel on my cheeks is the teardrops....
earlier i used to laugh until i had tears rolling down, now a big cry at last makes me laugh at my own condition....
earlier.....wish life went back to normal like earlier... but i also know that it is thoroughly not possible...
why is it so that i want to make new memories but dont even want the old, happy memories to fade out from the sepia colored pages of my mind and heart...
i wish my wish is heard...
AMEN

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