There was value in the thing clearly 
that they were certain of, but what’s 
the obligation? They knew the easiest way 
to be exploited was to sell something 
they could not understand, so they kept quiet.

Still my swollen lips.

…me? I love you so 
much and I’m going 
to lose you. Could you 
forgive…

Break all my bones, I'll learn 
to walk again. Break all my 
bones, I'll learn to dance again.

…me? I love you so 
much and I’m going 
to lose you. Could you 
forgive…

Laugh at all my dreams, I'll learn 
to see again. Laugh at all my 
dreams, I'll learn to hope

and to try again.

I feel loved 
by many people.

But I still 
don’t feel known.

Writing a novel shouldn’t 
be so deadly. There’s no point. 
I feel I’ve used up 
all my emotions. My world
has become smaller

and smaller.

We can clean up
this mess now that you’re here.
Let’s not waste each other’s
time anymore.

You didn’t tell me. How would I
know? Things like this
don’t happen.