Maybe It's Just A Daughter's

The Future Is Just Wasted On Some People.

In Light This Bright, After So Long In The Dark, Everything We Can See Is Only Black And White. Only Glaring Shape-outlines We Have To Blink Against.

I Want To Have Your Abortion.

I Suppose It’s Comfort, Perhaps A Sense Of Self-control, Doing Worse Things To Yourself Than The World Will Ever Dare Inflict.

All The Effort In The World Won't Matter If You're Not Inspired.