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thoughts come and go, words leave me.
i have to make myself write. pen down the thoughts before they slip through my fingers
birthdays.
two good friends celebrating their birthdays a day apart, a few thousand miles away. this gift of life. so precious. so taken for granted.
on days like this i miss scintillating conversations with my friends. no thanks to bad internet connection/ rainy weather/ why can't we separate friendship from work?