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feeding the beast within

All my life –seriously, all my life, and that is considerable at this point, all my life I’ve felt like I was fighting dragons. Picture me in a medieval princess gown, with a broad sword, fighting off dragons as they come at me from every side. Vicious, horrible things that would make grown men run and cry like little girls. Breathing fire and stank like raw sewage. Ready to incinerate me, roast me, toast me, eat me whole or tear … Continue reading

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