so you thought you'd never lose. so you thought.
the two was all that easy. even to the anonymity. you thought you'd do it over and over again. To keep your secrets
to sign upon suicide redemption
to mend your broken fucking mind and heal your memory
AND YOU THOUGHT DEATH WOULD SUFFICE (she yells, or screams) TWO CHOICES (fingers up) infinitely surrounding, heaving through.



She writes with faith in her words.