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I Reach Out To Touch His Cheek And He Catches My Hand And Presses It Against His Lips.

Her Name's Prim. She's Just Twelve. And I Love Her More Than Anything.

Some Walks You Have To Take Alone.

I'm Not Good At Talking About Myself.

I Can Hear Him Weeping But I Don't Care. They Probably Won't Even Bother To Question Her, She's So Far Gone. Gone Right Off The Deep End Years Ago In Her Games. There's A Good Chance I'm Headed In The Same Direction. Maybe I'm Already Going Crazy And No One Has The Heart To Tell Me. I Feel Crazy Enough.