When Did I Stop Being Me?

I Scan The Room. Catherine Is Writing Quickly, Her Light Brown Hair Falling Over Her Face. She Is Left-handed, And Because She Writes In Pencil Her Left Arm Is Silver From Wrist To Elbow.

The Only Thing That Makes Me Crazier Than Writing Is Not Writing.

I'm Afraid To Breathe In Case I Break The Spell

With A Secret Like That, At Some Point The Secret Itself Becomes Irrelevant. The Fact That You Kept It Does Not.

You Do Right By Me, I'll Show You A Life Most Suckers Can't Even Dream Of.