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THE true understanding is that the mind includes everything; when you think something comes from outside it means only that something appears in your mind. —— Shunryu Suzuki Roshi The love language beyond the physical.
The love that's understood in between the lines. People tend to treat their emotions like a drug. It's as if they can't live without the constant high of drama and chaos. But is this really good for them, or is it actually like poisoning themselves? It makes you wonder whether they'll ever be able to open up to someone and let love in.
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BACKGROUND
2010
𝐃𝐀'𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐔𝐒 grew up in poverty, where the streets were his playground and survival his only rule. His childhood was marred by neglect and the harsh reality of his environment. His father, absent in every sense but physical presence, offered no support to his struggling mother, leaving Da'Carius to fend for himself from a tender age.
By thirteen, Da'Carius had already earned a chilling reputation as the "hood assassin." His mind, a labyrinth of voices and personas that emerged as early as age three, made him see the world differently. To him, these voices weren't mere hallucinations but real entities with distinct personalities and desires. They whispered in his ears, guiding his actions and fueling his descent into darkness.
One day, Da'Carius returned home to a scene that shattered his fragile world. His mother, the sole beacon of love and stability in his tumultuous life, lay brutally murdered in their living room. His father, drenched in blood and dancing to a haunting melody, epitomized madness itself. The shock was unbearable, tearing at the fabric of his sanity as he grappled with the brutal reality of his father's heinous act.
In a haze of grief and rage, Da'Carius did what he felt compelled to do. He took up the gun he had long kept for protection, now turned instrument of justice in his eyes, and unleashed a torrent of bullets upon his father. Each shot echoed the pain and betrayal he felt, each bullet an exorcism of his demons.
