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To the one who eta-hs me, #weetaheachother (Caption) From the one who eta-hs you. To Ahana, Lately, we both have been cbs-ing playful complaints, to annoy eachother. Though, grumbling is our birthright, for it runs through our veins, we've to draw a periphery very soon. From loading one another's inbox with periods and alphabets to contaminating the comment boxes with questions and scoldings, we've been maddening people. Now, there's a distance that's growing between us. Maybe, a healthy one. Well, I'll tell you something. I'm not a kind of person who bugs others to reply at that instant. I don't wage wars when X chooses to chat with Y, over me. I don't! I never mean to bring people to battlefields when they obscure thingummies from me. But, when it comes to you, I cross limits. Believe me, I don't mean to do it. Recently, the glum-mode intrudes my days and nights often. I seem to be downcast, mostly. Anxiety, fear, envy and all that jazz have geared up. I'm being fooled by these spinsters. Not knowing what to do, I ping you. Then, you know what happens. I burst! I regret doing that. People's bad eyes are bringing disparities. Our eta-h is becoming thin day by day.

To the one who eta-hs me, #weetaheachother (Caption) From the one who eta-hs you. To Ahana, Lately, we both have been cbs-ing playful complaints, to annoy eachother. Though, grumbling is our birthright, for it runs through our veins, we've to draw a periphery very soon. From loading one another's inbox with periods and alphabets to contaminating the comment boxes with questions and scoldings, we've been maddening people. Now, there's a distance that's growing between us. Maybe, a healthy one. Well, I'll tell you something. I'm not a kind of person who bugs others to reply at that instant. I don't wage wars when X chooses to chat with Y, over me. I don't! I never mean to bring people to battlefields when they obscure thingummies from me. But, when it comes to you, I cross limits. Believe me, I don't mean to do it. Recently, the glum-mode intrudes my days and nights often. I seem to be downcast, mostly. Anxiety, fear, envy and all that jazz have geared up. I'm being fooled by these spinsters. Not knowing what to do, I ping you. Then, you know what happens. I burst! I regret doing that. People's bad eyes are bringing disparities. Our eta-h is becoming thin day by day.