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If not for you (D.D)

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In the beginning, Damiano's journey into the realm of celebrity was a dream come true. The glitz, the glamour, and the adoration of fans showered upon him like confetti. However, as fast as the applause echoed in his ears, problems emerged with the same velocity. Challenges cascaded over him like an unrelenting storm, and what proved most difficult was the realization that not every problem had a solution, and some were entirely beyond his control.At first, Damiano was open about his struggles. He would confide in you, sharing the weight of his newfound fame and the burdens that accompanied it. However, his inherently reserved nature soon took over. He withdrew into a shell, a facade of strength and normalcy he presented to the world, especially to those he loved - including you.

It became a performance, a masterclass in pretending that everything was fine, that the spotlight had not cast shadows on his soul. Yet, beneath the surface, the cracks began to form. The pressure of expectations, the invasive scrutiny, and the relentless pace of the celebrity lifestyle started to erode his once unshakeable foundation.

Damiano's struggle reached a point where he couldn't find solace in openness anymore. Instead, he chose to bury his fears and anxieties deep within, masking them with a smile and a nod. But it was only a matter of time before the facade would crumble, revealing the turmoil within.As the weight on his shoulders intensified, Damiano sought refuge in a small, green plant - weed. It started innocently enough, a desperate attempt to escape the chaos within his mind. The first drag was like a magic elixir, temporarily numbing the pain and transporting him to a world where problems didn't exist. The smoke curled around him like a protective shield, shielding him from the harsh realities of fame.

With each inhale, Damiano felt the tension in his body dissipate. The worries that once raced through his mind slowed to a gentle hum, drowned out by the vibrant kaleidoscope of colors dancing before his eyes. It was a surreal experience, where the beats of the music created a visual symphony in his mind, and he could almost see the sounds pulsating around him. For a while, the weed became Damiano's sanctuary - a fleeting escape from the relentless demands of his celebrity life. It was the only time he felt truly free, unburdened by the expectations and judgments that weighed him down.

However, as the highs grew, so did the depths of the lows. The temporary respite offered by the weed became an insatiable craving, a constant pursuit of a fleeting euphoria. The vibrant colors that once painted his world began to fade, leaving behind a dull and monochromatic reality. As Damiano spiraled deeper into this self-imposed escape, the hole he dug became a chasm too wide for anyone, including you, to bridge. The person he once was, the dreams he once chased, all seemed to slip away with each exhale of smoke. The weed, initially a source of solace, had now become the chain binding him to a distorted version of reality.

And so, the start of the end began - a slow descent into a darkness that was consuming Damiano from within. The problems that once plagued him were momentarily forgotten in the haze, but the solutions remained elusive, lost in the smoke that veiled his perception of the world.

As Damiano's reliance on weed deepened, so did the visible changes in his demeanor. Red eyes became a constant feature, and his once vibrant spirit seemed to be fading away, leaving behind a detached gaze fixed on the ceiling. Concern etched lines on your face, and you couldn't help but voice your worries, confronting him about the growing issue.

However, each attempt to discuss his addiction only served to push him further away. The defensive walls he erected were impenetrable, his belief in the soothing properties of weed blinding him to the negative impact it was having on his life and relationships. It was a bitter pill for you to swallow, realizing that the very thing he claimed was making him "better" was tearing him apart.