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Uncovering a way back from suicide was not easy at all, but I had saved me from the great fall. Death of my beloved had given me perpetual pain. I had tried to quit my life, as without him I never dreamt to sustain. But my verses never permit me to die. Never permit me to lose, rather divert me from cry. All of my pain now the ink of my pen. Now I have nothing to lose, rather the whole world to gain. One day I've to stop too and there will be no ink in my mortal pen, but within my compositions, I will ever remain.

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