Holding onto anger is like carrying a bucket of poison. Every step you walk, it splashes onto yourself and others. When — Dean Henryson, A Love in Darkness
Holding onto anger is like carrying a bucket of poison. Every step you walk, it splashes onto yourself and others. When — Dean Henryson, A Love in Darkness
Holding onto anger is like carrying a bucket of poison. Every step you walk, it splashes onto yourself and others. When — Dean Henryson, A Love in Darkness
Holding onto anger is like carrying a bucket of poison. Every step you walk, it splashes onto yourself and others. When — Dean Henryson, A Love in Darkness
Holding onto anger is like carrying a bucket of poison. Every step you walk, it splashes onto yourself and others. When — Dean Henryson, A Love in Darkness
Holding onto anger is like carrying a bucket of poison. Every step you walk, it splashes onto yourself and others. When — Dean Henryson, A Love in Darkness
Holding onto anger is like carrying a bucket of poison. Every step you walk, it splashes onto yourself and others. When — Dean Henryson, A Love in Darkness
Holding onto anger is like carrying a bucket of poison. Every step you walk, it splashes onto yourself and others. When — Dean Henryson, A Love in Darkness
Holding onto anger is like carrying a bucket of poison. Every step you walk, it splashes onto yourself and others. When — Dean Henryson, A Love in Darkness
Holding onto anger is like carrying a bucket of poison. Every step you walk, it splashes onto yourself and others. When — Dean Henryson, A Love in Darkness
Holding onto anger is like carrying a bucket of poison. Every step you walk, it splashes onto yourself and others. When — Dean Henryson, A Love in Darkness
Holding onto anger is like carrying a bucket of poison. Every step you walk, it splashes onto yourself and others. When — Dean Henryson, A Love in Darkness
Holding onto anger is like carrying a bucket of poison. Every step you walk, it splashes onto yourself and others. When — Dean Henryson, A Love in Darkness
Holding onto anger is like carrying a bucket of poison. Every step you walk, it splashes onto yourself and others. When — Dean Henryson, A Love in Darkness
Holding onto anger is like carrying a bucket of poison. Every step you walk, it splashes onto yourself and others. When — Dean Henryson, A Love in Darkness
Holding onto anger is like carrying a bucket of poison. Every step you walk, it splashes onto yourself and others. When — Dean Henryson, A Love in Darkness
Holding onto anger is like carrying a bucket of poison. Every step you walk, it splashes onto yourself and others. When — Dean Henryson, A Love in Darkness
Holding onto anger is like carrying a bucket of poison. Every step you walk, it splashes onto yourself and others. When — Dean Henryson, A Love in Darkness
Holding onto anger is like carrying a bucket of poison. Every step you walk, it splashes onto yourself and others. When — Dean Henryson, A Love in Darkness
Holding onto anger is like carrying a bucket of poison. Every step you walk, it splashes onto yourself and others. When — Dean Henryson, A Love in Darkness
Holding onto anger is like carrying a bucket of poison. Every step you walk, it splashes onto yourself and others. When — Dean Henryson, A Love in Darkness
Holding onto anger is like carrying a bucket of poison. Every step you walk, it splashes onto yourself and others. When — Dean Henryson, A Love in Darkness
Holding onto anger is like carrying a bucket of poison. Every step you walk, it splashes onto yourself and others. When — Dean Henryson, A Love in Darkness
Holding onto anger is like carrying a bucket of poison. Every step you walk, it splashes onto yourself and others. When — Dean Henryson, A Love in Darkness
Holding onto anger is like carrying a bucket of poison. Every step you walk, it splashes onto yourself and others. When — Dean Henryson, A Love in Darkness
Holding onto anger is like carrying a bucket of poison. Every step you walk, it splashes onto yourself and others. When — Dean Henryson, A Love in Darkness
Holding onto anger is like carrying a bucket of poison. Every step you walk, it splashes onto yourself and others. When — Dean Henryson, A Love in Darkness
Holding onto anger is like carrying a bucket of poison. Every step you walk, it splashes onto yourself and others. When — Dean Henryson, A Love in Darkness
Holding onto anger is like carrying a bucket of poison. Every step you walk, it splashes onto yourself and others. When — Dean Henryson, A Love in Darkness
Holding onto anger is like carrying a bucket of poison. Every step you walk, it splashes onto yourself and others. When — Dean Henryson, A Love in Darkness
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Holding onto anger is like carrying a bucket of poison. Every step you walk, it splashes onto yourself and others. When you finally reach the one who deserves it, you have poisoned yourself and many other innocent people.

— Dean Henryson, A Love in Darkness
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