That's The Way It Ends.

I Am Not Like Other People. I Am Burning In Hell. The Hell Of Myself.

I Am A Series Of Small Victories And Large Defeats And I Am As Amazed As Any Other That I Have Gotten From There To Here.

And Yet Women-good Women--frightened Me Because They Eventually Wanted Your Soul, And What Was Left Of Mine, I Wanted To Keep.

Angels, We Have Grown Apart.

How Can You Be True And Kind At The Same Time? How?