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Usually, I'm quite good at putting my feelings int

Usually, I'm quite good at putting my feelings into words, but today, half left poems, lie broken in my drafts. The grief is unbearable.

(Continued in caption) Dear Sushant,

Usually, I'm quite good at putting my feelings into words, but today, half left poems, lie broken in my drafts. The grief is unbearable for the paper to hold it.
My pen would cry, the ink would dry and the paper would die hearing the mystery caused by your obituary.
Your cheerful, light-hearted smile could never show how heavily your heart was filled with pain. Your enigmatic eyes concealed your feelings in such a way that now, everyone is left in tears.
I wish I could turn around the clock to get you back, just to remind you that we all love you so much and that you're not alone.
I wish hope had hugged you tighter just to remind you, there lies a little more strength within you.
Usually, I'm quite good at putting my feelings into words, but today, half left poems, lie broken in my drafts. The grief is unbearable.

(Continued in caption) Dear Sushant,

Usually, I'm quite good at putting my feelings into words, but today, half left poems, lie broken in my drafts. The grief is unbearable for the paper to hold it.
My pen would cry, the ink would dry and the paper would die hearing the mystery caused by your obituary.
Your cheerful, light-hearted smile could never show how heavily your heart was filled with pain. Your enigmatic eyes concealed your feelings in such a way that now, everyone is left in tears.
I wish I could turn around the clock to get you back, just to remind you that we all love you so much and that you're not alone.
I wish hope had hugged you tighter just to remind you, there lies a little more strength within you.