Woman, tell me what you want. And I'll calm down without bleeding out. With my broken heart that you stabbed for an hour. Woman, too, I was wigging out because I want you to know.
To think that I would die this time. Isolated in the room where the bed rises. Photographic ordinary people are everywhere. Extraordinary histories, ordinary histories, ordinary histories.
Lover, will you look at me now?. I'm already dead to you. But I'm inclined to explain. To you what I could not before. . Whatever you didn't do, what you couldn't say.