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Hope flickers in this write.... How i longed for my life! At distance, skies and lights in halo. The kind, where, everything's divine with the music of soul, wonderful and whole.

In one's own solitude, where, good things are forbidden to give chance to forcible advantage. Heeding, though not consented. Trying to enjoy the unprecedented melancholy, indirectly defined. A cover of the help given to eradicate the thought of gratefulness. Rather, shown off the hostility to camouflage the truth. 'Tis simply like The Story Untold, Retold. A way of enjoying the hampered happiness.