The work piled upon me
How hard can it be...

I'd play with your hair and you'd close your eyes.
You were so cute...

I'm sorry for your loss,
For it's I who has the gain...

He sent me a text
and this is what it said...

Have you seen my pretty silver bullet?
As you probably know, I am dead...

I watched you there
you cried for my help...

She changed the way she dressed
the way she looked...

As if a single petal got plucked from a gentle...
her fragile heart was torn out of her chest...

I walk into the bathroom
with my pretty white dress...

14 years ago.
Six years later...

In the beginning there was nothing.
Sitting still in a room made of paper...