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Some Things Are Hard To Write About. After Something Happens To You, You Go To Write It Down, And Either You Over Dramatize It, Or Underplay It, Exaggerate The Wrong Parts Or Ignore The Important Ones. At Any Rate, You Never Write It Quite The Way You Want To.

Please, I Want So Badly For The Good Things To Happen.

The Sun Gives You Ulcers, The Wind Gives You T.b. Once You Were Beautiful.

Can You Understand? Someone, Somewhere, Can You Understand Me A Little, Love Me A Little? For All My Despair, For All My Ideals, For All That - I Love Life. But It Is Hard, And I Have So Much - So Very Much To Learn.

So I Kiss Him, And There Is The Great Dark Sea Ahead.