Dark and twisted and sweet and lovely and crying and falling and laughing and smiling and broken and shielded and whole and open. That is me.
Lonely and forgotten and social and admired and cracked and scarred and amazing and shameless and dead and angry and alive and loving. That is him.
Afraid and self-conscious and brave and beautiful and bleeding and burning and dancing and twirling and screaming and cowering and singing and standing. That is her.
Starving and crying and healthy and cheering and losing and dying and winning and living and ugly and killing and beautiful and breathing. That is society.
