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In The Arms Of The Angel, Fly Away From Here....you Are Pulled From The Wreckage, Of Your Silent Reverie, You're In The Arms Of The Angel, May You Find Some Comfort Here.

Coming To Terms With The Fact That My Marriage Was A Failure Was Devastating And Very Difficult.

I Think A Lot Of Contemplation Happens In Bathtubs. It Does For Me. Nothing Like A Hot Bath To Ease The Tension And Think About What's Going To Happen Next.

Deep Within I'm Shaken By The Violence Of Existing For Only You.

I Was Raised With A Mother Who Told Me That I Wouldn't Succeed, That I Wasn't Good Enough. Even At The Pinnacle Of My Success, She'd Come To A Show, And There'd Be, Like, 10,000 People Screaming. And She'd Say, "i Just Don't Get It." I Think She Had So Little Faith In Herself And Her Abilities As A Parent That She Couldn't Imagine Any Offspring Of Hers Could Do So Well. And All That Did Was Drive Me To Push Back. If Someone Says, "you Can't Do This," I'm Like, "f-ck You! Oh, Yes I Can, And I Will."