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Life has become a pattern, sleepless nights, sleepy days, and long chats that go pass bed times.. books that wait, UN resolutions to be memorised, and answers that are sought..Life, love and loss, coming together in a monotonous thread, that weaves the same patterns on a tapestry that would never be sold or seen, just to be stuck in a head that has no solace or sleep.