It Hurts Because It Mattered.

The Labyrinth Blows, But I Choose It.

But We Can't Know Better Until Knowing Better Is Useless.

I'm Not Saying It Was Your Fault. I'm Saying It Wasn't Nice.

I Think That It's A Universal Urge To Have Our Pain Not Be Felt Alone And To Have Our Joys Not Be Felt Alone.

The Risen Sun Too Bright In Her Losing Eyes.