I had come to see a malignant devil in him which impelled him to hate all the world.
I sometimes thought that he hated even himself, so grotesquely had life dealt with him, and so monstrously.
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Anxiety
PoetryAnxiety is hard; I decided to write this 5 years ago and I rarely update. I come back to read what I had as this description, "there is no escape." I lied, there is an escape. I don't know how to feel to about this book anymore but most seem to enjo...
