Something's wrong that we all know catch up and recuperate but there's still something wrong and if we stop to think we could revive ophelia and if we
last cigarette and maybe if I could have let go sooner I wouldn't be telling to you my first six regrets Act out your clueless distress and try not to
me on right now I'm dying in my bed you'll make sounds and rape the reasons and reassure yourself I wont hang up. Concentrate and duplicate the same mistake
and scathed the skin where you had been laying only hours before and all the covers still were ruffled by the weight and the shape of your head and I
