I Don't Want To Lose

I'll Never Know What It Was He Wanted Me To Remember.

I Start To Crack At Four Hundred To One.

Hope Is The Only Thing Stronger Than Fear.

Then Octavia Drops To Her Knees, Rubs The Hem Of A Skirt Against Her Cheek, And Burst Into Tears. "it's Been So Long," She Gasps, "since I've Seen Anything Pretty.

In Our World, I Rank Music Somewhere Between Hair Ribbons And Rainbows In Terms Of Usefulness.