I never told you how justified my misanthropy was. All those vile manners of deception and mockery, the desire to dig the grave of the one standing beside you, the impulse to bury a better self and embrace the people-halting one. Most people are mean and painted with death. Grim Reapers. Tell me, now. How can I know for sure which man has good intentions?
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Peninta
Short StoryPeninta = greek translation for 'fifty'. Re-designing the concept of 'excerpts from a book I will never write'. Focused more on society's malevolence. Copyright 2016 DocendoDiscimus