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-I wanted to tell you something in order [to][] \
-explain the way I feel about the [Universe][], \
-its workings, etc.  But I couldn't [yesterday][] \
----I'm sorry---I wanted only to [ball][] \
-myself up and cry all day.  It was the [sixteenth][] \
-day in a row this happened to me, and to [be][]
+| I wanted to tell you something in order [to][]
+| explain the way I feel about the [Universe][],
+| its workings, etc.  But I couldn't [yesterday][]
+| ---I'm sorry---I wanted only to [ball][]
+| myself up and cry all day.  It was the [sixteenth][]
+| day in a row this happened to me, and to [be][]
 
-more than two weeks waiting to cry is, \
-especially when, the whole time, I wasn't able to, \
-absolutely horrible.  It was no sweet sixteen, \
-I'll tell you that much.  Unless at yours, the Universe \
-kept telling you to quit having such a ball \
-and that you should have died, like, yesterday.
+| more than two weeks waiting to cry is,
+| especially when, the whole time, I wasn't able to,
+| absolutely horrible.  It was no sweet sixteen,
+| I'll tell you that much.  Unless at yours, the Universe
+| kept telling you to quit having such a ball
+| and that you should have died, like, yesterday.
 
-At first, it feels like you're winning---that yesterday \
-you really were meant to die, but since you still _are_, \
-you beat the system somehow.  But the Universe bawls, \
-"No, I meant you should've crawled into \
-a hole and fucking _died_!"  And then the Universe \
-punches you right in the gut, something like sixteen
+| At first, it feels like you're winning---that yesterday
+| you really were meant to die, but since you still _are_,
+| you beat the system somehow.  But the Universe bawls,
+| "No, I meant you should've crawled into
+| a hole and fucking _died_!"  And then the Universe
+| punches you right in the gut, something like sixteen
 
-times, and all you can think is, "Some sixteenth \
-birthday!  Maybe I will go die in a hole."  Yesterday, \
-at times like this, is a luxury the cruel Universe \
-refuses to give you.  This is when it's a pain just to _be_, \
-when that Marvell line about "[rolling our stuff into one ball][Marvell]" \
-just seems glib, when you don't want one body, let alone two.
+| times, and all you can think is, "Some sixteenth
+| birthday!  Maybe I will go die in a hole."  Yesterday,
+| at times like this, is a luxury the cruel Universe
+| refuses to give you.  This is when it's a pain just to _be_,
+| when that Marvell line about "[rolling our stuff into one ball][Marvell]"
+| just seems glib, when you don't want one body, let alone two.
 
-Something else that may come as a surprise to \
-you: over the past more-than-a-fortnight, these sixteen \
-days, I've had nothing to eat but crackers and a cheese ball.  \
-(That's not entirely true---yesterday \
-I had some candy, peppermints and Jujubes.) \
-Maybe this is why I'm so mad at the Universe---
+| Something else that may come as a surprise to
+| you: over the past more-than-a-fortnight, these sixteen
+| days, I've had nothing to eat but crackers and a cheese ball.
+| (That's not entirely true---yesterday
+| I had some candy, peppermints and Jujubes.)
+| Maybe this is why I'm so mad at the Universe---
 
-because all it has ever wanted, this Universe \
-that gave me life, fed me from its breast til I was two, \
-and even before that, made a place in which I could be--- \
-all it's wanted was for me to take the sixteen \
-steps to sobriety, fold the Eight-Fold Path over yesterday \
-and step around it lightly, as I would an exercise ball,
+| because all it has ever wanted, this Universe
+| that gave me life, fed me from its breast til I was two,
+| and even before that, made a place in which I could be---
+| all it's wanted was for me to take the sixteen
+| steps to sobriety, fold the Eight-Fold Path over yesterday
+| and step around it lightly, as I would an exercise ball,
 
-but the problem is, dear Universe, there's no way I could be \
-something as hard as all that, to wake up yesterday \
-morning, stretch over my sixteen selves, bound out like a ball.
+| but the problem is, dear Universe, there's no way I could be
+| something as hard as all that, to wake up yesterday
+| morning, stretch over my sixteen selves, bound out like a ball.
 
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