Amidst the ocean of sorrows, duties and struggles, The ray of hope that flickered like a tiny light in the thick jungles. But no one was aware of the storm to come, that will uproot the joys and bring gruesome. The deathly silence that follows thereafter, Echoing with a spooky laughter. The saplings of dreams will never flower. Only cries and cries of a soul that suffers.
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