And When It Started To Get Dark

He Looked At Me Like I Was Beautiful.

People Could Push And Pull At You, And Poke You, And Probe As Deep As They Could Go. They Could Even Tear You Apart, Bit By Bit. But At The Heart And Root And Soul Of You, Something Would Remain Untouched.

The Wilds Aren't Safe Anymore.

I Think Of Grace And Feel A Sharp Pain In My Chest.

Amor Deliria Nervosa: It Affects Your Mind So That You Cannot Think Clearly, Or Make Rational Decisions About Your Own Well-being. Symptom Number Twelve.