Purgation: Giving Voice to the Beast Within

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What would you do when giving up is not an option? Fight vs flight

This is an outlet for the emotional cleansing of a troubled soul...a beast borne from the pains and suffering experienced by a broken adult child.All Rights Reserved

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Sat, Jan 26, 2019

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