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I am the little person in my head- eyes screwed shut and humming. And if a smile shaped love came knocking at my door and said- Hello, I've come again I'd say Go away. You've killed me once before. And if Life whispered in my ear to tell me Come wake, there's more to see, I'd stay, I'd wish it away. I'd say I've been through living before.

I've been through living before.

I haven't died, but I've been through living before.

 

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Author: Kirtana K

I paint and make music and blog like a maniac. These days I try to run. But I have chicken legs and lungs the size of two-rupee balloons. I fail. I like pajamas and striped socks and books that read like song and songs that sound like poetry and strangers who read this page. And Maggi when I'm sick or cold or sad or celebrating. They'll find noodles in my veins if ever they cut me open. And potatoes. And maybe a tiny bit of whiskey. I'll be an Unidentified Living Object and they'll put my insides on display. It will be crazy. It will be awesome. It will.

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