I wonder how it feels to be chosen
Picked out from the sea like a shell
You are special. You are worth something.
I want to know how that feels.
I could die alone, unloved, and immensely happy.
But I want to look back and say
"Once for a little while he chose me"
She sleeps soundlessly.
Surrounded by fluttering pages,
exhausted from living
as she sat alone
— The End —