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Solace. . . .

The globe of things that you are carrying, pretty, is full of magma that they won't see. You have covered it with the crust, a thick one, and then you have been called the one with a beautiful grin. To them, Your goodness is preposterous yet they'll say you’re momentous. They try to intervene in your sufferance Belittling your anguish & advertising their tolerance. Alas! they all believe that only they are shattered, dispirited and have gone through the extremity of misery. only they have gotten the tormentor, twitching their brain cells. If that's how they console themselves at the time of catastrophe, let them keep such ingredients of respite in disgrace. It's okay if it gives them  solace .   **** -Dirgha Pandey