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Late afternoon. Finishing my errands. Next up, homework.

As I made my way to my room, saw a photograph of us. Blinked my eyes, took steps towards my room,

Grabbed my notes, read the guidelines.

______________________________

| "Write something about, |

| you and what you can |
|share about love" |

|____________________________|

Is this really my day?

I have nothing to say about love.

It just reminds me of my pathless past.

If I have something to say about love, it'll be all about hatred.

Well, its still my homework, and I think I could manage. I will tell everything in paper. Express myself. And as I write, you read with me.

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