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I Was Born Too Late For Steam Trains And A Lazy Eye Meant I'd Never Be An Astronaut.

But I Don't Feel Sad About It. Because Mother Is Dead. And Because Mr. Shears Isn't Around Anymore. So I Would Be Feeling Sad About Something That Isn't Real And Doesn't Exist. And That Would Be Stupid.

You Could Ask For Hugs If You Were Feeling Sad Or You'd Hurt Yourself, But When It Happened Spontaneously It Made You Feel Warm Inside.

Madness Doesn't Happen To Someone Alone. Very Few People Have Experiences That Are Theirs Alone.

I Find People Confusing.