I'm Sick Of Doing Bad Things And

I Don't Want To Stop You. I Want You To Stop Yourself.

She Sighs, Then Breaks A Piece Off The Muffin In My Hand. 'hey. There Are Plenty More Just Five Feet To Your Right.' 'then You Shouldn't Be So Concerned About Losing Some Of Yours.' She Says, Grinning. 'fair Enough.

I Am His, And He Is Mine, And It Has Been That Way All Along.

I Reach Out And Take His Hand. His Fingers Slide Between Mine. I Can't Breathe.

Take A Person’s Memories, And You Change Who They Are.