Thursday, November 28, 2019

Somber Words On A Thanksgiving Morn

"A swirl of loneliness, rage and despair washed me into a tearful, blinded madness. I pleaded silently 'Oh, please help me.' The plea was to Fortune, Fate, God or a nameless power, a plea that is torn from every man sometime during a lifetime."

"No Beast So Fierce" by Edward Bunker

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