Throe
- Robert Stastny
- Sep 16, 2016
- 1 min read
I don't like my parents. Who does? It's also hard to push on with life: I feel death: its initial throes, subtle and unmistakable. Probably not their fault.
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I don't like my parents. Who does? It's also hard to push on with life: I feel death: its initial throes, subtle and unmistakable. Probably not their fault.
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