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I know I don’t want to write about you,

I’ve been told not to write about you,

But whenever I tend to write about anything,

It is you who comes in my mind.

It’s not that I’ve something new to write,

It’s just things that I relate you with,

Like the quote I read on Instagram today,

Which said, “It takes almost 66 days for something to form a habit.”

Don’t let me count the days you’ve been in my mind,

Because I know, it’s certainly more than that.

So, when I again, write about you,

I can’t help it,

You’re a habit.

Most probably a bad one.

One which is hard to leave.

words for the day

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