...he Was Just Scraps Of Words And

You Are Never Truly Together With One You Love Until The Person In Question Is Dead And Actually Inside You.

...he Was Just Scraps Of Words And Dislocated Phrases.

You've Always Lived A Life Of Pretense, Not A Real Life-- A Simulated Existence, Not A Genuine Existence. Everything About You, Everything You Are, Has Always Been Pretense, Never Genuine, Never Real.

I Had To Spend My Entire Childhood In The Altensam Dungeon Like An Inmate Doing Time For No Comprehensible Reason, For A Crime He Can't Remember Committing, A Judicial Error Probably.

Everything Is Ridiculous If One Thinks Of Death