I think that if I had not found The Listening, I would still be stifled and silenced. I would still be bottling myself up with all the hopeless retreat of a glass-trapped vacuum.
Read MoreI wanted to hate him.
I wanted him to suffer is some way, shape, or form that would make him feel what his victim felt. I remember telling myself “people like him deserve hell”, and almost immediately after that thought formed in my mind, a still, small voice responded...
“So do you.”
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