Pleading, I squirm and writh on the floor. Is there no end to what you will take from me… What is there left? You have everything even my dignity. Yet still you sit demanding more from me. Does blood come from stones? I am broken and you are everything.
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Author: Jonathon
Would rather be out swimming, running, or camping. Works in state government. Spent a youth reading genre-fiction; today, he is making up for it by reading large quantities of non-fiction literature. The fact that truth, in every way, is more fascinating than fiction still tickles him.
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