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Monsters Should Be Redeemable

I’ve always believed in monsters. Many think they’re make believe, hiding under beds or in closets or right outside your bedroom window. I had those. I also had real monsters. Like the clown who tells you he is very real and can hurt you. Or the stranger who thinks...

I wish I was, but I’m not perfect

I really, really do wish that I was perfect. I keep thinking that if I try hard enough I’ll get there. That if I push myself enough, be self-less enough, get the right schedule setup–that suddenly the heavens will open, angelic choirs will sing and a hot...