The starve (pun intended) to become the opposite does not bother me but when you put someone down in that way, it's like a papercut. The mark disappears, but for that moment, fucking shit it sure does hurt. Retaliation is similar to the blood that fails to ooze out when the cut is squeezed. So many words but it is as if lips were sewn, plus a fake smile to go with. A free gift after a value buy. Soaked in your remarks, were there more made? The mirror image haunts, the thought lingers. It's because you manage to paint the picture so clearly, that I am lost for words. Will silence lift me?