Today while talking to my mom, I showed her all my favourite writers and how it hurts me that every one had died or killed themselves due to depression and she interrupted me and said, “Wait, Aren’t you a writer?” I could only breath deep and respond. “You see where I’m going, right? I no longer have the wish to go on.” and the conversation ended abruptly.                                     – Aniket More 

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