I Just Got To Feel That Whoever

People Had A Habit Of Looking At Me As If I Were Some Kind Of Mirror Instead Of A Person. They Didn't See Me, They Saw Their Own Lewd Thoughts, Then They White-masked Themselves By Calling Me The Lewd One.

I Lay In Bed At Night Crying To Myself. The Only One Who Loved Me And Watched Over Me Was Someone I Couldn't See Or Hear Or Touch.

I've Always Felt Those Articles Somehow Reveal More About The Writers Than They Do About Me.

After All, All We Demanded Was A Right To Twinkle.

There's No Such Thing As Chance, It's All Preordained.lik E Kismet.