Kind? How Boring That Would Be. I

I Just Need To Rest, That’s All, To Rest And Sleep Some, And Maybe Die A Little.

There Are No Heroes...in Life, The Monsters Win.

Sometimes I Think Everyone Is Just Pretending To Be Brave, And None Of Us Really Are. Maybe Pretending Is How You Get Brave, I Don't Know.

The Morning Had Dawned Clear And Cold, With A Crispness That Hinted At The End Of Summer.

Was There Ever A War Where Only One Side Bled?