Overcome by a ferocious, insatiable frustration. It is not the first time. This feeling comes over me like a tide; suffocating and smothering I feel trapped and don’t know what to do. Holly Golightly called it having the “Mean Reds” and Tiffany’s was her source of solace. That is, until she found comfort in a loving relationship that took its place. Do I need someone to save me from myself? Is there someone that can help carry the bone crushing burden of life? Where do I find comfort on days I have the mean reds?
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