The Gift of Melancholy
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Last published Thu, Apr 26, 2018
Not all of us can sit perfectly still while I'm our head, time is whisking past us, not even stopping a minute to take notice of what is really going on inside our heads. Imagine being thrown against the wall as hard as possible each time you experience a brand new emotion. Imagine destroying your hand to squeeze a brick, feeling your hand crackling while the satisfaction of your state of mind telling you, you are crushing the brick.
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