it's not pretending anymore, this is who you are now. though with disbelief, she peers back at the remains of what used to be and is proud to have come such a long way.
the quiet things that no one knows.
i think that she fears the deepest recesses of her mind most; more than any ferocious beast
deep and cavernous, you had better have nerves of steel if you expect to survive in this iron box.
iconoclastic ambitions, we're all just trying to be someone.
