They Say Drugs Are Not The Answer,

What Happened To A Dream Without A Dreamer?

I Felt Like Time Was A Great Sea, And I Was Floating On The Back Of A Turtle, And No Sails Broke The Horizon.

She Was Not Used To Being Cruel, But He Had Taught Her How.

I Wanted To Tell Her Not To Entertain Despair Like This. Despaire Wasn't A Guest, You Didn't Play Its Favorite Music, Find It A Comfortable Chair. Despair Was The Enemy." -white Oleander

Without My Wounds, Who Was I? My Scars Were My Face, My Past Was My Life.