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Darkness, at start, feels awful, traumatic, distressing and exceedingly painful. The one who's encountered this feelings and has respired after being deprived of  a huge blessing as  light, brightness, shades, colors.
Darkness can approach anybody's life at any time, one's not sometimes even slightly aware of its unexpected and daunting arrival, but when it comes, throws you in a bubble of helplessness , agony, and countless other feelings....
Life is a journey......contains happiness, sorrows, laughter, anger, anxiety, gratitude, failure, pain and much more. It passes you through a lot of feelings that help you generate your thoughts and get more aware of your internal self. 
Pain is a great asset. One must always welcome. It's a feeling that can come with failure or any sad and excruciating happenings in life. One thing must always be remembered, failure should be an option but giving up should never be one. Trying to make best out of each painful moment can do wanders in life. Darkness, pain can be communicated to the world through different mediums but a medium that would benefit the world and your life would be a great contribution.
Heartache and torment is an opportunity to make yourself stronger, lift yourself high up form the level of being ORDINARY. Struggling helps, giving up doesn't.All Rights Reserved

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