The More I Learn About Mr. Romney,

I Think About The Meaning Of Pain. Pain Is Personal. It Really Belongs To The One Feeling It. Probably The Only Thing That Is Your Own. I Like Mine.

The First Several Years Of My Life Were Used To Upload Incredible Amounts Of Fear, And I Just Became Afraid Of Everything. I Was Afraid Of My Parents, Afraid Of My Classmates, Afraid Of The Streets Of Washington, D.c. I Would Flinch At Every Gesture.

Help Me To Withstand Your Beauty As It Stands Out Of Reach. Give Me The Capacity To Forget Ever Having Felt Your Touch.

I'll Be Here Tomorrow If I Can Make It Through Today.

I'd Defend Myself. But I Don't Go Around Shoving People Around; That's Not Me At All - That's For A Cop. I'm Not Into That Type Of Behavior At All.