You are to live a quarter of a century
And add another three quarters to your imagination
I have lived far more than what you have seen of me
And here is where a story begins
There is a new story on every step
With the old me
You were part of one of them
And I will always be part of you
How does it feel to be part of something you don’t belong to?
11.40 PM
10-Sept-2006
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