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goodbyes....???

No m not sad, m just very angry. Very very angry owith fate.
It's funny when we have a person with us, we never realize their importance, we are so busy finding their flaws that we forget their good side....but even a small news of their death, makes us feel lost.
keno kokhono tomai call korini mama? Tumi to ei matured nehar life-e kono role-i play koro na mama tobe keno tomar absence we khobor ami eto hurt korche???? Keno yaar.....is it coz m guilty that I never told u dat I luvd u. I know u being as notorious u r....u are just giving some trouble to my didibhai, dadubhai n mashi...u are just irritating them. U always have to b d centre of attraction n u r just doing dat. Ami jani express korte para ekta bisal khomota....ami tomai konodin bolini ar konodin barir kauke bolbou na, but I luv  tumi amar ei lekha ta porbe r amar opor raag korbe, bhabbe....kalker bachha meytar sahosh dekho!! Bhabbe tomader mamon khub pekeche!

Don't do it yaar. Plz don't get lost in water. Please don't do this to us. Phire eso....

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