Me: You Know What Sucks

If You Let The World In, You Open Yourself Up To The World. Even If The World Doesn't Know That You're There.

That's The Question, Isn't It?" You Said One Night. "does Death Bring Freedom, Or Is It The End Of Freedom?

I Was Sixteen And Equipped With The Appropriate Genitalia, So I Cleared That Hurdle Nicely.

This Isn't Even Something I've Feared, Because I Never Knew It Was A Possibility.

You Ask Me What I'm Looking For, And I Outline You. You Don't Recognize The Shape, Offer Other Names. You Say My Time Will Come, And I Hope.