I remember you.

Put my top on cause I dont feel safe topless

Not tonight

When wanting never got me anything anymore, nor wishing

And my finger is still too sore to type

Maybe its a sign

Maybe it's a design on my life

When I don't see you: sleep for too long but still

Not even in my dreams

And the appetite bites back

Not sad, because sadness doesnt eat

Not scared because fear keeps my stomach cater-bugs moving

or gives them wings

Just empty, like anything that ever was empty

Strike this bowl, it will ring

She couldn't remember the words to the songs she wanted to sing

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Which way shall I fly, Infinite wrath, and infinite despair? Which way I fly is hell; myself am hell; And, in the lowest deep, a lower deep, Still threatening to devour me, opens wide, To which the hell I suffer seems a heaven.

Milton