The Anthology
To the last, I grapple with thee; from hell’s heart, I stab at…
To the last, I grapple with thee; from hell’s heart, I stab at thee; for hate’s sake, I spit my last breath at thee. #Running #Struggle #UngerWasHere Do Not Go Gentle by Unger
A members’ writing from The Anthology — this is an honest preview. Read the full piece on The Book of Unger.
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