I Can’t Get Well Until I Put Down My Gun
About six months ago, I was telling my therapist about how defended I was. No matter what the bastards did to me, I had my blog. Anyone treats me badly, I can write ’em up. I’m defended. I have barricades. … Continue reading I Can’t Get Well Until I Put Down My Gun
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