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Everything

Smell of roses, the touch of love, sound of happiness all faded away on that day the world seem to turn cold and I was left alone. No smell, no touch, no sound. Unable to react with this world no more. I walked in and out of hell going in blind. No sense of direction only the troubling thoughts. That one day when I lost everything. No smell, no touch, no sound only thing remaining is the taste of that last day when I lost everything.





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