The stinging dagger of infatuation, how it haunts my heart, A dissolved shell and cast spell I was a chimera of teenage fantasy and hopes. Questioning the reciprocal and dousing myself in avidity while discourage allowed me ailment. Dreams of humming bodies in victory and patience estranged by the mind. The stiff knock of reality and the dry tears of calamity. Oh how the stinging dagger tormented my nile.