http://slow.writerscafe.org/Zuvia The original writings of author TogetherAgain en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776357270 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Maybe I don't wantto be found.After all,I'm just one dropin the sky full of rain.We're not that different at all --you and I,me and them,everyone.I'm nothing special.Let me stay lostin the sea. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zuvia/1105538/ There is no more innocence. Everything isfuckinglost.Forget trying. We just trymore and more and morefor more painand more problems.Where is the beauty in the world now?Where is the potential?F**k itall. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zuvia/1090846/ Depression makes me see the bad rather than the good. This is what it's like. 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