Book: Where did she go

... the rumors are even true, it's like fire, shut off the oxygen and it goes out.

Perhaps the hour is heavy in front,
The longing and pain I wall surround
And will be forced to say then go away
Your love one rest I need.
Or the memory of the night for bread I suddenly give up.
Possible. But I do not believe his words.

... people always react inappropriately when something ceases to meet their expectations.

"Such a word even exists?" - I ask myself.
"What the hell's the difference, you're still talking to himself," I say to myself I'm swallowing a couple of pills.