It's why we no longer smile. You turn to stone... you refuse to feel anything you feel was a threat.

How can we be friends when you've done this to yourself? Enemy? How can you even face playing with me, when your inner child is soaked in blood and misery? How can we have fun, when you're too much of a man to think of looking at life when you were young.

I'm still going to remember... remember... everything.. everything good..