There Is No Hate Such As That

Beauty Thinks It Needs No Talent And Can Feed On Itself, So It Soon Dies.

People Make The Rules Of Society, Not God.

I Am A Pretty, Useless Ornament Who Always Believed She'd Have A Man To Take Care Of Her.

Little Rabbits Have Big Ears.

My Thoughts Took Frantic Flight, Wanting To Escape This Prison, And Seek Out The Wind So It Could Fan My Hair And Sting My Skin, And Make Me Feel Alive Again.