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There is nothing as beautiful as silence and yet nothing as painful as it. It's been a while since I've written anything at all. I can't seem to to conjure any event from the abyss of my memory; maybe I haven't lived at all these past few months. People come and so do seasons change. The world has been in motion and yet I feel motionless. Maybe I only exist. The ramifications of the happenings around me disturb me at a very deep level. I suddenly feel being human is highly under rated. Crave to see an act of goodness; a chance to do good, anywhere, at any level. There seems to be a wind of change, may it blow freely,across my land.