Last night as I laid in bed soon to sleep I knew what Edvard Munch’s THE SCREAM was about. I fought back my own scream and wondered how I could scream as loud as I wanted to. It was desperation. I’m 52 and I thought I had been through a lot. It’s taken me until now to feel this.
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