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The SilenceHolding myself like a child I wail,In the field surrounded by nothing but darkness and the ghosts that haunt me, Mustering up the courage to stand, I collapse, Dazing into the starry skies hearing nothing but just your voice. "Udit, I miss you. It is lonely over here",Says the ghost of you that has crippled my life today,Torturing myself with the guilt of what I must have forced you to go through,I stagger towards the broken house which was ours.Smelling the air wh...

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Udit Sharma

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