Marina Kaysen.:
Look me in the eye.
Marina Kaysen.:
Sheena is a punk-rocker.
Marina Kaysen.:
I leave behind this hurricane of fucking lies.
Marina Kaysen.:
City of the damned.
Marina Kaysen.:
Wasted youth.
Marina Kaysen.:
Autumn.
Marina Kaysen.:
Marta.
Marina Kaysen.:
Crystalised.
Marina Kaysen.:
Come on.
Marina Kaysen.:
Sweet November.
Marina Kaysen.:
No light, no light.
Marina Kaysen.:
Heaven help me, I need to make it right.
Marina Kaysen.:
Lay me down, let the only sound be the overflow.
Marina Kaysen.:
White lips, pale face.
