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It's coming...
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Again... it's coming...
This feeling is impossible to confuse... I feel it inside, tearing me apart...
Oh God, I can barely breathe... My head is spinning...
But what does it mean? Why does it always happen to me? This immense unease is overwhelming, I can’t stand up.
They say that people like me endure more than others, but what do they mean...
At least tell me if you mean physically or mentally.
I’m tired of being seen as the genius, the one who can handle it alone, the one who always has the solution. I’m a man too, damn it! I need help too! I’m not made of stone and iron, I can’t withstand all the blows life throws at me. This intifada of responsibilities is crushing me too... I can't always bear everyone’s burden, I can’t take it anymore, I’m also a man, I’m not Jesus Christ!
... But he was a man too, did he feel this inner anguish that tears the soul? Like a rabid dog tearing apart a poor prey, driven by hunger and desperation.
... Desperation ...
My friend, we have lived very intense moments together. You always extended your hand to me in times of need, like a sweet princess dressed in pure white dancing to the notes of the wind. You bewitched me like the sirens did to Ulysses, remember you told me that first?
But every time you picked me up from the ground, you threw me three meters under the sky.
Together with Depression, you made fun of me, used me and discarded me as if I were the toy of a spoiled prince.
Thanks to you, though, I understood what I want, what I feel, what I am.
This unease is just an obstacle to overcome. Once I get through this too, everything will become easier. I just have to persist, grit my teeth, and keep going. Patience, Calm, and Constancy will be my three new lovers, we’ll make a harem with Wisdom.
But now I don’t have time to think, I have to run, fight, live... and maybe one day I will complete myself, be happy, truly be...

PRRRROOOOOOOOTTTTTTTT
💩💩💩
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“Mooom......
I’m done, can you come clean me?”