Hurt, the idea of hurt, the madness of a crazed mind and heart. The sounds of voices and noises. The thought of your heart pulsing and moving. Going through ups and downs. Going through the relationships if people and losing and gaining things. Annoying things and good and blessed ideas. Losing and giving. Thinking and doing.... And crying. It is normal to think that in the pit of depression. You think. And then you write. Your passion, ideas, dreams, experiences and so on, overflow this struggle and then you move on. The step is yours.
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