Against Destiny I Fulfilled My

These Pages Are Not My Confession; They’re My Definition. And I Feel, As I Begin To Write It, That I Can Write It With Some Semblance Of Truth.

For Valuing Your Own Suffering Sets On It The Gold Of A Sun Of Pride. Suffering A Lot Can Originate The Illusion Of Being The Chosen Of Pain.

Give To Each Emotion A Personality, To Each State Of Mind A Soul.

My Soul's The Present Shadow Of A Presence Gone.

I Realize That, While Often Happy And Often Cheerful, I Am Always Sad.