To correct a natural indifference I was placed half-way between misery and the sun. Misery kept me from believing that all was well under the sun, and the sun taught me that history wasn&#39;t everything.

Dying colors

Dying is beautiful don't you think? You don't think so but soon you will.
Then tell me why the fall is so beautiful! When dying you said is not very beautiful,right? I know it's beautiful even though everything around you surely dies. So tell me now dying is beautiful.

Depression is not always your brain sometimes it's all about the toxic people around you who do not know how to manage or dispose of the garbage of their own brains.

Written By Vaibhavi Rajput

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