Very few people get what they want in life, most don't. To the outside world they are a picture of joy, mirth and laughter, but the pain within, they suffer all alone.
The dark night is their invisible cocoon. It hides them, hides their tears and protects them from the prying eyes of the world, as they grieve.
And when the tears dry up, they get up and retrace their steps along that beaten track, that they have so often traveled, in their dreary lives. They walk, with the hope, that one day, just maybe, one day, someone will come along and hold their hand, in love, and walk along with them in their journey of life.
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