part 2

now I was standing in the middle of chaos. I was fighting with my ownself.
I was too shy to express my feelings to anyone. I had no one to whom I can share my thoughts. I rejected suicidal thoughts many times. That's why I was considering myself a strong girl. I wanted to move forward and pass all my fears behind. That wasn't easy. When I was about 13 years old. I used to express my feelings right away through painting..I knew that how to potray them off well through painting. Painting was not only my passion. I used to consider it my friend. I used to talk with my paintings. There was much more behind that painting which people used to appreciate it. But I knew that no one was there who can Understand that my emotions & feelings which had become as deep as ocean and as strong as waves of them. everyone could interpret in their own way but no one reached at that deepest level of ocean where My Life was burried.I was just like an open book to which no one was able to read. There was no one who can listen to me. But there were thousands of them who loved my paintings..
suddenly Everything get changed. It Was like someone had scratched my soul out of my body. I was not feeling anything more..

to be continued....
that's a part 2
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