First person
Essay, written a bit hastily
Depression is mainly attacked by x gold
I take root and grow like a plant, delusional that I can live my whole life relying on water and air.
But I forgot that I grew up in darkness, doing nothing but being unable to move.
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I'm numb. Doesn't this poor cover look like a sweet article, with a ridiculous title?
Intention: Even if you are deep in the mire, the starry sky above your head will still shine brightly
