Probably I havent suffered enough,'cos when one suffers much,the capacity for suffering to some extent leaves the person and he becomes cheerful,almost chirpy.
But then when I think again, I realise, that when one so very nearly loses life,then ,that what remains behind becomes wonderfully precious.And yet when one is so much hurt that it feels something inside has perished, some of the feelings completely gone,lost forever - and what remains is a blank insistence,just a compulsion to live.
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