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This novel is supplementary material to the person who is Lyndon Adolf Apostol. It is the finished product of the narrator’s poetry trying to make friends with childhood traumas. It is a dramatization of a twenty-year old’s romanticized struggle with people in his life, and a collection of lessons learned from past mistakes. Within this Stygian tale, a second-narrative voice emerges as the creature that whines and cries when it doesn’t get what it wants.
This novel is the face of a lover’s psychology, and the only way he found to be his chance of befriending feelings that love strangling the neck before caressing the cheeks.
How can a man swallow guilt and regret, or abandon the boy he once was, when every ounce of pain follows the person he is trying to become … ?
I … forced it down my throat.
If you are here, I either spoke to you about myself, or chance is playing you. Do not read this unless you know me-this is your first warning.
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This novel is supplementary material to the person who is Lyndon Adolf Apostol. It is the finished product of the narrator’s poetry trying to make friends with childhood traumas. It is a dramatization of a twenty-year old’s romanticized struggle with people in his life, and a collection of lessons learned from past mistakes. Within this Stygian tale, a second-narrative voice emerges as the creature that whines and cries when it doesn’t get what it wants.
This novel is the face of a lover’s psychology, and the only way he found to be his chance of befriending feelings that love strangling the neck before caressing the cheeks.
How can a man swallow guilt and regret, or abandon the boy he once was, when every ounce of pain follows the person he is trying to become … ?
I … forced it down my throat.
If you are here, I either spoke to you about myself, or chance is playing you. Do not read this unless you know me-this is your first warning.