I will come home.
I will come back to you.
Alive.
Because I was meant for you.
I was not ready for you then because I was not ready to embrace you. I was scared but little did you know; I was waiting for that to happen. I was waiting for you since forever.
I sometimes feel like any minute in a minute I’d tell you everything.
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