Take it back
this thing that you've given me...

How long will I be here?
How long will I cry...

I resign myself to this
I am Woman...

Maybe if i dont tell
no one will guess...

Before you read
you should know...

Deep in a sea
that will never end...

She looks warm,
Happy...

She died
it was the 15th...

The cold steel against my skin the sharp pain as...

Beds of thorns,
floors of broken glass...

Running away
haven't eaten in a day...

They grow inside her
and then she falls...