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Mar 2018
Mom,  you are out there in another city and I am walking across the hall hoping you 'll call. I walk restlessly to your room and back only to reminisce about our talks. You are out for a week though, I don't know why I am crying. I still find you sitting beside but this time you are a beautiful mirage.
P. S.  I love you.
My mom just went for a work in another city and I have an exam tomorrow.  I told her I'd be okay but I am not. So, I thought this might help.
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Mehak
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