He Never Leaves, Does He?

Like We Were Connected, The Echo Of His Pain Twisted Inside Inside Me. His Pain, My Pain.

Darkness Is So Predictable.

That's The Funny Thing About Knowing You Can't Have Something. It Makes You Desperate.

Sometimes I Wondered If I Was Seeing The Same Things Through My Eyes That The Rest Of The World Was Seeing Through Theirs. Maybe There Was A Glitch In My Brain.

Why Am I Covered In Feathers