You cannot regard your own life with objective curiosity all the time.
I must get my soul back from you; I am killing my flesh without it.
Please, I want so badly for the good things to happen.
They had to call and call And pick the worms off me like sticky pearls.
And I sit here without identity: faceless. My head aches.
If Doctor Nolan asked me for the matches, I would say that I'd thought they were made of candy and had eaten them.