I know you would never visit this blog again.

 And that's why I would write all the sordid things I would ever feel and go through. 


And then one day, maybe when I am gone, whether temporarily or permanently, you would re-read our WhatsApp chats (if not deleted, as you prefer a clean slate always) and find the link back to this blog.


And to me..

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