None of this make sense.

You suffered the worst.

Death brings heartache.

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You have noticed a presence around you.

You really need to prove your worth.

Everyone has a story to tell.

Your colourful life had shades of grey.

Innocence preserved your beauty.

Words come easy, sometimes. At other times, it becomes nearly impossible to articulate thoughts just as crystal and as vivid as they are running though one’s mind. I’m sure many of us have felt this way…