..Solitude Of Pain..
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Is it possib;e to return back stronger when everything around you; within you is nothing, but crumbling away..? Is pain really capable of being the 'best' teacher? Even better than happiness?
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This is my first poem that I have had the courage to post out here. Please do go through it. Comments and criticism will be greatly appreciated. Thank you!
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