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No sense of Loss

The sense of loss is the most unexpressive sense we are possessed with. No matter how many tears we shed, how much we ignore our feelings, it always lingers in us, around us. No expression is the best expression to express how much we miss the person gone. When every waking hour, or dream or action engulfs you with the reminder, even then the feeling seems less. Nothing we do or did can express it than just the presence of the person.
That is my friend – the sense of loss !

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