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Noone can... engrave on ripples of water... stab on depths of air... So the lucky... don't have to fear about memories. Now I understand... that I have no escape I was surrounded by them. memories.....

I wanna hide behind you My lady fair... I noticed your graceful petting with hands never hauled when you touched me young caressed my fevered head all night beside my bed... You guide me Maa when I lost my way You shaped me when I was just a mould to be... It was you Maa, My dear... it was your hands of love...

Solitude is like a hundred darts mercilessly piercing your heart. Solitude is like a deep split you'll know not where your foot slips. Solitude is like darkness profound blinding your eyes with joy unbound.