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In My Search for freedom And peace of mind I have left the memories behindWanna start a new LifeBut it happens to be rather absurd When you know the truth Is that I am thinking of you too…….Someway We shall be together babyTo form the core of the strongest emotion called!!!!!Love yes it is the strangest and strongest feel that dwells in the human heart.The true love is not just an infatuation it is something that one can feel not reason…You cannot equate ,measure or imitate love. Its one of its own kind and it rare for it is eternal it as holy as a cherubin untouched by the crippling emots of humans which include the flames of animosity envy to the thorns of jealousy and antipathy.The futility of this unimaginable strength of attraction is that in most cases it is adulterated.It is not love between a boy and a girl I am talking about its about the love that exists between two hearts ,between the creator and the creation, the prayer and the prayed and many other………………………………………………………………..It is the feeling of being the partner’s biggest well wisher and worst critic for that’s what you are of those you love the most…The dream of the best thing in the others life ,the eternity of the very confluence has and will remain to be the basic truth of the word…………………………..the feeling almost impossible to get over with>>It is absurd, abstract one of strangest things on earth but yet its pure and divine and this four letter word should stay till the end whether life persists or the not love remains for ever…………………

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