Let’s go

Okay, so I’m reading a book that brings me back to unpleasant and hurtful times. 

It’s a testament to the realism, the rawness and the sincerity of the writing, the sensitivity of the author.

But it’s killing me. Do I keep going?

Of course I do. Because I’m a masochist. And the writing is definitely good.

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