When the ash from my cigarettes fall on my mobile's screen, it reminds me of all your letters that I burned to ashes. I got rid of the all the emotions you knitted into words and penned down on colorful papers, but the fire left marks on the flooring of my hall. Marks that never failed to make realise I could never get the rid of you completely. Marks that ignited a rush of emotions within me, emotions I thought I had burned down. It still made my blood run cold everytime I looked at them. No matter how much I tried, I couldn't get rid of those marks. They were there to stay, just like you were. I couldn't even stop looking at them thousand times a day, until I changed my home, just like you did.
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