Pain and Wrath
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Last published Mon, Apr 14, 2014
I think we all have inner monsters ( alter egos) and struggles. This work is composed of mine. Sometimes you have to acknowledge the negative aspects so they don't you know slowly eat away at your insides and manifest into the real world... which actually does lead to problems. Tis just a work of writing, and to be taken in no other way, but of that of really, really dark and violent humor. Also i'm nothing like this as a person I'm actually quite loving and caring :D<<<enjoy ^.^
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