i want chocolates, now.

i want good health, been sick for the longest time.

i might kill myself if it prolongs.

i'm sick of sick.

so long.

"Fifth time in your bedroom

When finally we rested

And you leaned upon your elbow

And began to speak to me

But you stopped yourself and kissed me

And I grabbed your wrist and told you

I know, I know, I know I feel the same as you "