Emma is not a person; Emma is a place that you get stuck in; Emma is a pain that you cannot erase.

If you desire healing,
let yourself fall ill
let yourself fall ill.

If you desire healing,
let yourself fall ill
let yourself fall ill.

My heart burns, and my heart aches, there's only so much it takes. I wonder if its pieces could be built back, so that it could be built right back on track.

We may seem fine, even when the pain remains right there beneath our surface.

Do you not see how necessary a world of pains and troubles is to school an intelligence and make it a soul?