Some lanes take you down the memory lane

Which is not always a good space

Where you would willingy want to stay.

They rather make you feel like running away.

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I was thinking what to write about next. I lay down on my bed and let my hair fall downwards towards its brim. I start asking my brother for suggestions but I have written about all of them and don’t want to repeat it when it is not something coming in my mind as an automatic flow of thoughts and then, I see something upside down. I see the calendar which is hanging in my room and I thought, why not write about dates? I don’t think that I have already written about it.

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