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I Miss The Comfort In Being Sad.

That Satisfied Me Until I Began To Figure That If God Loved All His Children Equally, Why Did He Bother About My Red Hat And Let Other People Lose Their Fathers And Mothers For Always?

Never Console Yourself Into Believing That The Terror Has Passed, For It Looms As Large And Evil Today As It Did In The Despicable Era Of Bedlam. But I Must Relate The Horrors As I Recall Them, In The Hope That Some Force For Mankind Might Be Moved To Relieve Forever The Unfortunate Creatures Who Are Still Imprisoned In The Back Wards Of Decaying Institutions.

I Just Knew That God Wasn't There. He Was A Man On A Throne In Heaven, So He Was Easy To Forget.

The More People Pointed At Me In Scorn The More Stubborn I Got And When They Began Calling Me The Bad Girl Of West Seattle High, I Tried To Live Up To It.