I was born with glass bones and paper skin. Every morning I break my legs, and every afternoon I break my arms. At night, I lie awake in agony until my heart attacks put me to sleep.
“A man... lives three lives. The first, ends with the loss of naivety, the second, with the loss of innocence, and the third... with the loss of life itself. It's inevitable that we go through all three stages.”
I was born with glass bones and paper skin. Every morning I break my legs, and every afternoon I break my arms. At night, I lie awake in agony until my heart attacks put me to sleep.