Catastrophe 

 

Nobody wants to have anxiety and depression. It’s not by choice. It happens.

They consume us slowly, intimately. They knows us better than we know ourselves. They are part of us, they are demons that we raise them up by our own hands. 

They are always on the other side of the mirror. The monster that lives within us loves pain. 

My child, my work, my artpiece. 

Architect of my own destruction. 

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