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So drenched in work I got, forgot to check my personal email As I open it again after a year here is what I see An email from a friend asking how I was A wedding invite of another Insisting me to "please make it" My childhood pictures, an aunt shared something I longed to see Notifications of all my Facebook friend requests All these I missed accepting It seems like eternity that I opened my inbox Only to realize, this is the real me These are the real people in my life Somewhere in the middle of my life My official email became my identity Its time to reply back to each one now Cos' my I Pod is playing "Its not too late, its never too late"
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Dec 21, 2016
Dec 21, 2016 at 11:06 AM UTC
The Personal Email
So drenched in work I got, forgot to check my personal email As I open it again after a year here is what I see An email from a friend asking how I was A wedding invite of another Insisting me to "please make it" My childhood pictures, an aunt shared something I longed to see Notifications of all my Facebook friend requests All these I missed accepting It seems like eternity that I opened my inbox Only to realize, this is the real me These are the real people in my life Somewhere in the middle of my life My official email became my identity Its time to reply back to each one now Cos' my I Pod is playing "Its not too late, its never too late"
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Kareshma
Dec 21, 2016
Dec 21, 2016 at 11:06 AM UTC
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