Said Meera, when she tagged me.....
I am thinking about...
Err... Lemme think!!!
I said...
U heard it
I want to...
Shoot 'em in the face!
I wish...
..for a pot of gold.
I hear…
..the sound my hair makes when it grows
I wonder...
.. What makes her frigging hot
I regret...
.. being allergic to hot bodies
I am...
.. perfect
I dance...
.. when I wait in front of the occupied bathroom
I sing...
.. so well that not even I can stand listening to it. But u have to do some things in your life for your friends.. Sigh!!!
I cry...
.. Nah.. Not for moi...
I am not always...
... a sick psychopath, all blown up in my head
I make with my hands...
... Namaste, with the hands pressed together, palms touching, in front of the chest... Hehe.. U beleived it?
I write...
... this letter to you with tears rolling down my eyes.. Sniff Sob.. Poda vennai..
I confuse...
... others (Hah. That was easy)
I need...
... sleep
I tag my bro....
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This was a good one.
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