you want so badly to be pure again; you call yourself a doll๏ผ a lamb๏ผ an innocent little thing. but the color pink doesn't wash away sin๏ผ and rosaries don't make you any less scared of god.
[he lets out a low chuckle.]
You know I find it amusing when you throw verbal jabs at me, but I also think you did notice my absence, even just a little bit.