Well...can't Be Any More Dangerous Than Your

The Memory Fades, And I’m Left Hanging On To The Ghosts Of His Words.

Time Heals All Wounds. But Not This One. Not Yet.

I've Always Been Interested In Exploring The Concept Of Child Prodigies. When I Was Younger, I Wrote A Story About Mozart As A Child And I Just Always Loved This Idea Of Young People Who Are Able To Take Control Of Their Lives And Bring A Whole Lot Of Change At Such A Young Age.

I'm So Tired. I Don't Know If I Can Ever Outrun How I Used To Be.

My Heart Is Ripped Open, Shredded, Leaking Blood. I Can't Let Him Leave Like This. We've Been Through To Much To Turn Into Strangers.