If You Died It Would Be Like

What Have They Done To Me? What Have They Done To Me? What Have They Done To Me? What Have They Done To Me? What Have They Done To Me? What Have They Done To Me? What Have They Done To Me? What Have They Done To Me? What Have They Done To Me? What Have They Done To Me? What Have They Done To Me? What Have They Done To Me? What Have They Done To Me? What Have They Done To Me? What Have They Done To Me? What Have They Done To Me? What Have They Done To Me?

But You Have Friends. You Have A Lot Of Friends. What Do You Offer Your Friends To Make Them So Supportave. What Do You Offer Your Friends To Make Them So Supportave What Do You Offer. " ...if I Could Remember Any More Of My Lines I'd Add Them So Basically This Is A Preface To The Whole Play. I Would Like To Quote The Whole Play. Currently My Mind Is Afraid To Remember The Play.

I Dread The Loss Of Her I've Never Touched Love Keeps Me A Slave In A Cage Of Tears I Gnaw My Tongue With Which To Her I Can Never Speak I Miss A Woman Who Was Never Born I Kiss A Woman Across The Years That Say We Shall Never Meet Everything Passes Everything Perishes Everything Palls My Thought Walks Away With A Killing Smile Leaving Discordant Anxiety Which Roars In My Soul No Hope No Hope No Hope No Hope No Hope No Hope No Hope

No One Survives Life.

She's Talking About Herself In The Third Person Because The Idea Of Being Who She Is, Of Acknowledging That She Is Herself, Is More Than Her Pride Can Take.