It Starts At Midnight.

Are You, Are You Coming To The Tree? Wear A Necklace Of Rope, Side By Side With Me. Strange Things Did Happen Here. No Stranger Would Let It Be If We Met Up At Midnight In The Hanging Tree.

We Have To Joke About It Because The Alternative Is To Be Scared

Then I Dive Into My Tent Before I Do Something Stupid Like Cry.

Yes. I Killed Him. And Buried Her In Flowers," I Say. "and I Sang Her To Sleep.

The Main Thing I Feel Is A Sense Of Relief. That I Can Give Up This Game. That The Question Of Whether I Can Succeed In This Venture Has Been Answered, Even If That Answer Is A Resounding No. That If Desperate Times Call For Desperate Measures, I Am Free To Act As Desperately As I Want.