Depression| It's not just a word-It's Hell

Depression| It's not just a word-It's Hell

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Depression. It's a word that burns in your soul. Sometimes even hard to believe. Maybe even hell worth. "Hell worth?" You may ask why I say that, well because when no one cares not one, two, nor three Shits about you, you're the one questioning your future. Everyone has a past. Mines just a little bit more interesting. Or as normal people would say, unique? Earth. This place they call life. Is nothing but bullshit. You also may question why this story is under horror. That's easy. Because Depression is like a wave drifting through your veins, like the darkness and Hell Watching & waiting for you to explode ~~~~~~~ Rosina is a very powerful under taking young adult. She's as kind and lovingly beautiful, as a rose. But can never figure out why the world does what it does to her. Watch and wait for a young flower to blossoms out of its old shell, and into the new . Rosina don't see it now but she will very soon. Depression is no match for amazing fragile soul. Oh, and don't forget the wonderful thing we call love depression couldn't kill it, even if it tried. ~Coming Soon~
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As a young girl she was only happy. Not a care in the world or insecurity to worry about. She was a bigger girl and was teased when she reached 3rd grade. She cried her tears to her mom, but as she got older she cried them to herself. Alone in the dark as a tear rolls off her nose, she drops her head and lets out a big scream into her pillow. Not to let her parents hear, this is beginning to become her normal routine. Her tears dry and she lays on her back looking up at the ceiling, her body is cold and life less. Suicide has become an appealing option to her. But instead she pushes those thoughts back and rolls over on her side and drifts off to sleep, alone and empty inside, she was now beautifully curvy but her insecurities never let her see that. Until the new bad boy comes into play and changes everything

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