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About MeWho am I, or who are we?
We have seen a blasted wastes of the arid abyss. We have felt the frozen winds of the desolate tundra. We have breathed the intoxicating aroma of madness. What you call depression is what we call salvation. What you call depression is what we call Hell. What you call depression is our ultimate gift. /angst |