My despair is less despair than boredom and loneliness. — Anthony Swofford, Jarhead
My despair is less despair than boredom and loneliness. — Anthony Swofford, Jarhead
My despair is less despair than boredom and loneliness. — Anthony Swofford, Jarhead
My despair is less despair than boredom and loneliness. — Anthony Swofford, Jarhead
My despair is less despair than boredom and loneliness. — Anthony Swofford, Jarhead
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My despair is less despair than boredom and loneliness.

— Anthony Swofford, Jarhead
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