"Sometimes a red hot chunk of tar seeps from my heart down into my gut. The tar hardens and squeezes my stomach until I can hardly breathe." "Those of us who don't cry hold a terrible grief inside; not softened with the relief of tears." from "Here We Are!"
"Sometimes a red hot chunk of tar seeps from my heart down into my gut. The tar hardens and squeezes my stomach until I can hardly breathe." "Those of...