Here's what I hummed when I saw a year old picture of myself holding my pet,
'I am about to lose mind, you've been gone for so long, I'm running out of time. I need a doctor, call me a doctor, I need a doctor to bring me back to life.'
And no, I wasn't referring to the dog. I miss my old self more than anything lately. Is it that change is inevitable? Atleast I had ambitions to run after.
Time to do something. It can't be reversed, but can be checked.
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