Welcome to the land of chaotic souls. Here people live under the darkness of their own minds and no one is able to untangle the messed up knots of their heads. People don't fake a smile here. They cry in a locked room and scream their lungs out. That's not a mental illness. It's a cure according to them. They are happily sad. No one made them that way. Either their past or may be the circumstances that they live in made them that way. They chose to be sad. They search for that one ray of hope which would change it all. But they fall, they fall back. They have got endless questions with no one to answer. They consume pain and release tears. In their dark world, red attracts them the most. They create magic with blades. They leave behind trails of pain wherever they go. They paint pain on their wrists as an escape. They are beautiful souls with damp, morose eyes. Darkness, tears and pain is all they have for you. Unspoken words and untangled thoughts suffocate them. They find peace in only art, in abstract things. Sparks of fear burn them to ashes and they play with the ashes of their own old souls. You may feel that, once burnt down into ashes is their end. No. With a sway of mind, ignites fire in them again. This time full of anguish, yet pain doesn't leave them. They are dead yet alive. May be they have chosen this as their way of living. They are definitely not normal human beings. They are artists. All they need is love....
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