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Satish Verma It was my last blood.
The silence speaks when you would not cry.
You are learning from yourself objectively.
The speed of depression
was increasing. Amnesia comes in search of self.
You will make your own universe.
There was a queer touch
of oedipus complex. You were irrefutable.
Heat was on. Were You steadfast?
