Invisible Stalkers

The sun is out today, the birds sing, the breezes grace treetops, and I would rather sleep. One cannot control depression so much as one cannot control addiction at its worst. The two are very similar in this matter; the addict sees the men with stuffed pockets, waiting to make┬átheir acquaintance, just as the depressed... Continue Reading →

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