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The trip She and I, we went on a trip. Down where the litchis reside. I slept my way through it. Each time I woke up,  She was on a different side. But she knew exactly Which side I wanted her on. She caressed my hair, So I started telling her all the things I regretted losing my love, For my mother, my father , my talents, My friends, my childhood, Some butter, some rasgulla And a guitar. I wished I could go back  To where it started  Where I knew exactly what I wanted. Where I had labels for everything. Labels she prepared, for  My pens, my pencils My notebooks, my shoes, My goals, my dreams And me. I felt like the Ladybug. But then the labels were replaced, By molds and breaks and cuts, It's been ages since it set in. The mold is nearly totally gone. But the cuts? They never seem to leave, Glowing bright red on each birthday. She listened. She listened and said, 'I knew all about your chips, never  Your breaks' I wondered if she was sad about her labels Forev...