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Some Were Brilliant Bordering On Genius. Others, Genius Bordering On Madness

What Can You Say About A Twenty-five Year Old Girl Who Died? That She Was Beautiful And Brilliant. That She Loved Mozart And Bach. The Beatles. And Me.

I Was Afraid Of Being Rejected, Yes. I Was Also Afraid Of Being Accepted For The Wrong Reasons.

The Explanations For The Things We Do In Life Are Many And Complex. Supposedly Mature Adults Should Live By Logic, Listen To Their Reason. Think Things Out Before They Act. But Maybe They Never Heard What Dr. London Told Me One, Freud Said That For The Little Things In Life We Should React According To Our Reason. But For Really Big Decisions, We Should Heed What Our Unconscious Tells Us.

What Can You Say About A Twenty-five-year-old Girl Who Died?