Dear Thesis
What is your problem? Why you make it so difficult? Day by day, you are making me feel worse. Don’t stare at me with your blank white soul. Here I challenge you. Be a story, I will write you overnight.
Allow me to create and break the lines.
Devil pages, Stop your Quantifications. I can't count on you and look for the percentage.
Stop making me follow you, word by word. I cannot do it.
I will command and you will have to listen. Engage me in some creativity. Stop talking back to my thoughts. I am not a gadget. I write my soul. I can’t follow your insignificant rules.
The journey will make impossible things possible. Surrender at my finger tips. That is the mutual way out for you and me.
Remember BOOK, you are my true PURSUIT. The title of my name. Your end will be my library.
Lets reconcile. My anger lasts only for a moment but my conviction will be forever.
I will always love you my dear book
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