There are times, and this one is as big as that abyss that opened up in 2016, that I have no words. Or more probably, I’m afraid to speak because if I did, the rage would just never stop coming. I’m grateful that when I can’t find the words to express my own overpowering emotion, there’s always an author, or poet, or musician, who can.
Rage
There are times, and this one is as big as that abyss that opened up in 2016, that I have no words. Or more probably, I’m afraid to speak because if I did, the rage would just never stop coming. I’m grateful that when I can’t find the words to express my own overpowering emotion, there’s always an author, or poet, or musician, who can.
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