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What made a kindness that sensed the unspoken, that just knew and seemed to understand emotions coiled in silence and stranger hood want to undo it all?

What made a kindness that heard aloneness spelt clear in a world want to spell it louder?

What made a warmth turn to icy coldness of a total negation?

Perhaps it is wrong to trust the unknown or maybe it is wrong to think to be understood by the unknown.

The pain of the alternating cycle of being acknowledged, unacknowledged, that meaningless cut off and vacuum through and through as though a kindness learnt to mock at destiny.