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DEAR DELETED NUMBER,

I wish you would call me that day when l was missing you but you were out there with your friends or maybe the networks were not good enough.

Maybe l'm over thinking

Maybe you were busy

Maybe you are still busy. ..

Maybe that's the reason we don't work. Sorry for using the word "we".

It embarrasses you right? ...

This is the 100th time I deleted your number. .

You broke your promise to talk to me today and i broke mine,by adding your contact again.

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The blue ticks does not scare me now, they just give their sympathy, like I gave you my number that night. .

Sometimes I call you again and again. After every hour, after everything.

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The "the number you are trying to dial is busy hurts, but the possibility to hear your voice keeps me going.

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I joke around with this truth, maybe everyone's laugh on this tragedy will lower my pain.

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For new seconds, they do.

But the second their laugh ends, the pain comes, like the long lost lover suffering from depression.

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The pain starts to depend on me and l on the calls, which you never pick.

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I told you that the smile emoji means I'm sad, still the blue ticks empowers us.

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Sorry for using "us". I hope one day you'll call me up and I would say, "Wrong number". (I know I will say I love you, just trying to act strong in front of everyone)

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Dear Deleted Number, .

Please flash on my screen once. My mirror is kinda fed up of my tears.

Yours, Who am I to you?

-MR.733