Depression| It's not just a word-It's Hell
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Última publicación jue, dic 17, 2015
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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