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I had a mystical death.

While I was being beaten for

being different, every strange look

on their faces made me think that

something was wrong.

I wanted to help but each blow to my

head brought a beautiful shower of lights.

It was moving, exciting, intoxicating

-- I wanted it to go on and on --

Then black velvet....

I felt so tenderly tucked in at my

bedtime.