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(Also written a couple of years ago)
"All my life I've struggled to be 'normal.' I'm like a dog trying to become a cat. I'm like a fish out of water. I can't breathe. I'm just flopping around.
Liquor is my anesthetic. God has administered it to me while he is operating. Taking it away is like a patient who is conscious during heart surgery. I apologize to anyone who is hurt if I die during the operation."
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Psalm 8
3When I consider thy heavens, the work of thy fingers, the moon and the stars, which thou hast ordained;
4What is man, that thou art mindful of him? and the son of man, that thou visitest him?
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