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To The Last Doll I never thought to w

To The Last Doll I never thought to write to you for I never got a chance to rub all the silhouettes that covered you. The mist outside may be obvious. But, the blurriness in my heart is inevitable. They say you were something in my life some odd years ago. And, now you can't belong to me even when I wish to possess you. Too close to my side. I wish to hold you just so close to my heart, so that you can hear the beats which are no more in rhythm. There may be a much better house for you than my heart. Somewhere in this world. But, there may not be a better home for me than you. I know I ignored you, just so much that I can't be forgiven. But yet, I hope for an apology. For a home. For a hope. Amidst the tints of pink hues behind the clouds, there is a child. Away from this world. I don't wish to go to the firmament, that is the end. Neither do I wish to go back to the ground, that was the beginning. Instead, I wish to be here. To hang here in the clouds. But not like angels. I am nothing close to those heavenly people. I just wish to be carried away by the wind to a place where neither my head touches the air nor my feet touch the ground.
To The Last Doll I never thought to write to you for I never got a chance to rub all the silhouettes that covered you. The mist outside may be obvious. But, the blurriness in my heart is inevitable. They say you were something in my life some odd years ago. And, now you can't belong to me even when I wish to possess you. Too close to my side. I wish to hold you just so close to my heart, so that you can hear the beats which are no more in rhythm. There may be a much better house for you than my heart. Somewhere in this world. But, there may not be a better home for me than you. I know I ignored you, just so much that I can't be forgiven. But yet, I hope for an apology. For a home. For a hope. Amidst the tints of pink hues behind the clouds, there is a child. Away from this world. I don't wish to go to the firmament, that is the end. Neither do I wish to go back to the ground, that was the beginning. Instead, I wish to be here. To hang here in the clouds. But not like angels. I am nothing close to those heavenly people. I just wish to be carried away by the wind to a place where neither my head touches the air nor my feet touch the ground.
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