Trust Me When I Tell You, Eaton

No Need To Continually Insist Upon Your Unshakable Masculinity.

If I Don't Survive," I Say, "tell Tobias I Didn't Want To Leave Him.

Four Grabs A Bar With Each Hand And Pulls Himself Up, Easy, Like He's Sitting Up In Bed. But He Is Not Comfortable Or Natural Here--- Every Muscle In His Arm Stands Out. It Is A Stupid Thing For Me To Think When I Am One Hundred Feet Off The Ground.

The Candor Sing The Praises Of The Truth, But They Never Tell You How Much It Costs.

That Quality Frightens Me Now, Because I Know What He Told Me: That I Was Broken, That I Was Worthless, That I Was Nothing. How Many Of Those Things Did He Make Me Believe?