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It's in the little child whose mother was killed by someone in a drunken stupor.

It's in the elderly woman who was robbed at gun-point while taking a walk in the park.

It's in the mother whose baby was kidnapped and then viciously murdered.

It's in the teenager whose life is on teh cruel, cold streets.

It's the feeling of isolation when surrounded by people

-that desperate, eternal search for joy, that never seems to end

And when it does, it's fleeting, never lasting more than an instant.

It's the image of the sunset reflected on the ripples of the water

-the knowledge that the beauty will soon disappear into darkness

And that the dunes, water and all else will fade into oblivion.

It's the searing anguish of a victim

-the feeling as though glass has embedded itself in the heart

And is so entangled, so twisted up, held so ferociously tight that it will never be given up, never be released.