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Shakespeare; The Only Man I'd Ever Love.

Then I Break A Glass And I Slit My Very Innermost Thigh So That I Can Pretend That I'm Menstru--- Well, Unavailable.

It Gives Me Strength To Have Somebody To Fight For; I Can Never Fight For Myself, But, For Others, I Can Kill.

I Still Own My Heart, Which I Know Because It Hurts So Much.

Perfume Was First Created To Mask The Stench Of Foul And Offensive Odors... Spices And Bold Flavorings Were Created To Mask The Taste Of Putrid And Rotting Meat... What Then Was Music Created For? Was It To Drown Out The Voices Of Others, Or The Voices Within Ourselves? I Think I Know.