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  Another day,Another day I will try to forget. Depression is a bitch,let me tell you. One day you have it all and you are on top of the world and another,you are way down in the gutter. Lucky if you get to keep it all,not that it matters. Depression doesn´t pick or choose. It just comes out of nowhere,in and out,out if you´re lucky. It comes in waves and when the wave comes,oh this bitch hits you hard and washes it all away.Happy?Lucky?Let me just take it all away,buddy.None of it will matter when I am done with you.Anyways,got one of these waves hitting me pretty hard and today,I think I will just sleep through it. Really do not feel like facing the world right about now. So,today I will spend in bed,try to sleep and hopefully tomorrow,I will get to sleep for longer so that I do not have to deal with this shit. Hopefully soon,I will ride it out and back to the real world like nothing happened and nobody will know any better.    So this plan of mine kinda is working,k...

   Quiet.Still.Peaceful and at peace. Tranquillity. Behind the calm,sensitive exterior, there is a storm brewing inside. Mind racing on the narrow track inside,going at high speed as if it was a reckless racer with a lust for speed. A river,rushing,swallowing and enveloping everything it comes in contact with.A relentless force,a show of power,growing in strength with no sign of stopping. Every thought is a roar. The roar of the river. The roar of the hungry beast,insatiable,primal,always wanting more.Consuming everything it touches. Turning the man behind the mind into a monster,a dragon. Doomed to fail and with the sole purpose to destroy. It destroys all in it’s path,everything it touches is set ablaze until nothing is left. Until the beast,the monster is left with nothing but himself and ash he left behind. Every word is a roar,a primal scream. Echoing in the emptiness of reality he created, as if it was the void itself.    The beast does not always st...