Sometimes even the busiest of days can't keep you from depression. It can just hit you at anytime enveloping you in darkness and fog.
You don't know where you are. Where you're going. What you're doing. Nothing.
You're body is filled with everything you need to live. Yet you can feel so empty you don't even want to get up in the morning because going out into the world seems pointless. You just know the world's out to get you sometimes, and sadly the world plays favorites.
How do you stop it? Where's the cure? Anti-depression pills? Please. You'd be better off on weed. Like its say's in the mythology tale Pandora's Box all we have is hope. No cures, no pills, just hope.
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