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Big Bad Wolf Depression stalks the depths of my spirit Temporary shelters come easily, the straw huts of drugs, but this predator destroys them with an easy huff and a puff. Only hard work chopping, sawing, sanding shapes the raw wood of humanity into a log cabin of friends, but under this carnivore’s strongest attacks they SNAP like the twigs they really are. I have to dig deep into the mud of my soul to find the best clay. I must subject it to the harshest fires of will to bake it into the bricks that make my fortress. |