- I see the blood. I see it flow onto the floor, staining the next generation. It prowls onto the once holy soil that we call happiness. I see these waves of crimson pour closer and closer to drownding us all. With no one to save us, no friction between us and fresh air. I hear these cries for help like a siren in the night. Alas, there are no remedies for this pandemic disease we call depression.
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