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The Abstract Kills, The Concrete Saves.

Secretly, In Studies And Attics And Schoolrooms All Over America, People Must Be Writing.

There Is More Than One Good Way To Drown.

Yes, There Is Joy, Fulfillment And Companionship But The Loneliness Of The Soul In Its Appalling Self-consciousness Is Horrible And Overpowering.

I Must Bridge The Gap Between Adolescent Glitter And Mature Glow.