What If People Knew They Were Recycled?

You Remember What Is Lost, And You Forget What's Right In Front Of You.

I Killed Her Once And Died For Her Many Times

All I Could Think To Do Was Love Her. That's All A Person Can Do.

All My Life, Everybody Has Seen Me A Certain Way. What Do You See?

For Some Reason Our Lives Were Marked By Summers. . . . Summer Was The Time When Our Lives Joined Completely, When We All Had Our Birthdays, When Really Important Things Happened