The Most Violent Expression of Humanity Is Hatred

When i was in college, i had a friend named janet. She was an amazing human being. And one time we went inside of her house and she saw all these paintings. But all the paintings were the same painting, over and over again. Every painting was a battle scene. No matter how much help he tried to get, his wife and daughter loved him, couldn't escape the memories that haunted him. So one day he took a gun to his head and ended his life. Sometimes our most dangerous enemy are the memories that haunt us that we cannot find freedom from. There're some of you here. You're haunted, andno one else knows what haunts you. No