Every blasted acrimonious misdeed aye indelibly perpetrated affecting ye and the Punim for life hounds me doggone soul night and day venomous wrath torments, strangles, racks… every bone in mine entire body suicidal ideations haunt every waking and sleeping hour, perhaps previous attempts to communicate, (albeit poetically – for no rhyme nor reason) fell short, […]
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