It takes more than just time to heal the wounds of love. It takes hours and days of sitting alone, and staring at the sunset. A thousand silent words of consolation. Which you whisper to yourself. Streams of tears let flow relentlessly. Memories to be left behind. Memories, that gathered here and there, like layers of dust. Pages of confessions of love in that diary, to be burnt alive.
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I am told the best way to get out of a hangover after a night of binging is to consume one more drink when you wake up.... get another one, you will be fine again ;)
dunno wot...but look at me, m confessing it openly in blogosphere, dat don't drink( tho' i hv no probs wid ppl who do :D)
Sweets, I was referring to you getting another boyfriend... not a drink.... though at times both can leave you high and dry!!
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