I Was Perfect- Not Healed,

I Promise That This Will Be The Last Time You’ll See Me. I Won’t Come Back. I Won’t Put You Through Anything Like This Again. You Can Go On With Your Life Without Any More Interference From Me. It Will Be As If I’d Never Existed.

I'm Really Glad I Did Not Tattoo On My Body 'cause I Don't Want Them. So, Permanence Is A Very Scary Thing To Me, Along With Things That Don't Change At All.

He Was Giving Up On Keeping Me Alive, Letting Nature–or Rather Mob Justice–take Its Course. When He Returned, And I Was Dead, He Wouldn't Hold Anyone Responsible. He Would Not Mourn. All This I Could Hear In Those Three Words.

You Are My Life. You're The Only Thing It Would Hurt To Lose.

Why Am I Covered In Feathers