I cried.
“She called it her release, divorcing the beast. Not a tear shed in the least…
It’s been ten years I’ve been away from home. The prodigal son has returned no longer alone. With this confession, hey, I learned my lesson. Knew she was truer because I didn’t wanna screw her…”
It’s in my kin’s nature to want to share treasures, so here ya go. Check it out—just click the image and you’ll go to the YouTube link for the video. And, if you felt a need to play it more than 4 times, go on over to Netflix or Amazon or something and watch Medicine for Melancholy. It’s the longer version and with a tragic ending instead. It’ll make you appreciate the 3 minute gem even more. Oh, BTW, ignore the description of the film at IMDB. It ain’t what those white folks say it’s about. I lived it. I know.
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