You aren't here. You're a dream evaporated. A hurt winding in the ruins of me.
Dream Evaporated
Hurt
Everything hurt - her heart, her head, her soul.
Love Hurt
Anguished cries transfigured her happy countenance. Love hurt exceedingly so, you needn't imagine.
You Can Sing
Enough wasted time on hurt, why cry if you can sing?
