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I upturned my cherubic face, and stole  the whole holy light falling from panes of stained glass window, before it splintered in the glinting hair of cheery chapel choirboys. Spiralling nightmare, I found it viciously for real - with limbs locked and sealed in ugly stocks; my rocking head scarred with a sickly smile, and styled with the mucky refuse from the school bins. I'd 'sinned', and was threatened with the dread grim plunge into gungey waters of disgrace - watched by 'lovers'. Slovenly, in rags, I dragged my footsteps homeward, lone-ranging, and crawling through blades of grass.      With all my popularity at start,      how come that overnight it could depart?