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In Real Life I Do Violence, But For Psychic Stuff I Do Other Things Better.

The Pain Of That First Lost Was Still Raw. You Could Deal With It, Endure It, But Never Escape It.

It Was Two Weeks Before Christmas. A Slow Time Of Year For Raising The Dead.

I'm Not Afraid Of Heights, But The Idea Of Falling From Them, Well, That I'm Afraid Of.

Love, Whether It's Friendship Or More, Is Like A Cup. It Fills Up Drop By Drop, Until One Last Drop And The Cup Is Full. The Liquid Hangs There Almost Above The Rim, Hangs There On Surface Tension Alone And You Know That One More Drop And It Will Spill Over.