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The Evolution of a New Beast
- Amy Hilgers
- Jul 3, 2016
- 1 min read
Falling into that childlike, mystical imagination...but drenched in nostalgia and emotion in a way that cannot be borne. My consciousness can nearly float outside of reality until I am swimming in this illusion. Depression evolves once more into a new kind of beast. This chameleon I cannot fight.
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