FYI, it was me who keyed an ‘R’ into the side of your car that night. In case you couldn’t put it together, it stands for RAPIST.
Like walking through the desert, you feel an exhaustion creep over you, but it doesn’t resemble tiredness. It resembles a battle between anger and sadness that has made your body a wasteland.
I’ll run my fingers down your spine as a reminder that God gave you a backbone to stand up for what you love, and that one of those things should be yourself.
Never allow someone you care about to accept anything less than the love they deserve.
No, Donald, I don’t accept your apology for what you said in 2005, I don’t think you meant it. You repeatedly express your deep devotion and love of America, but America is the people.