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'The Last Letter'

"And tomorrow you'll be missed
The walls of your room
Will cherish the memories
That it made
With you
In last 27 years
When you decided to share and rant
All your anger, anguish and emotions
In the middle of the night.
Dear Sister,
I wish -
I could have promised not to trouble you
Ever again;
Looks like I'm already too late.
I even would share my favourite chocolates
With you
And if you want, you keep them all.
I wish the day's we spent fighting
If were actually spent talking.
I wish,
I could have got an additional day
Talking and sharing with you
The unexpressed feelings
That my heart carries
And I trust
You will give both your ears
And listen to every words that I say.
For the reason
We might not get to talk
In the same manner 
#Ever #Again.

         - Pushkin Channan

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