She Would Buy Magic Every Day Of

To Know I Was Beautiful In His Eyes Made Me Beautiful.

...you Know The Mistrust Of Heights Is The Mistrust Of Self, You Don't Know Whether You're Going To Jump.

Although She Was Giddy With Exhaustion, Sleep Was A Lover Who Refused To Be Touched.

No Matter Where I Was, My Compass Pointed West. I Would Always Know What Time It Was In California.

Beauty Was Deceptive. I Would Rather Wear My Pain, My Ugliness. I Was Torn And Stitched. I Was A Strip Mine, And They Would Just Have To Look. I Hoped I Made Them Sick. I Hoped They Saw Me In Their Dreams.