You took away not only my body but my sense of saftey. Leaving only this empty shell and incessant paranoia. If only I had the courage to scream but it seems that you stole that too. Plucking everything that I was away from me one peice at a time. What did you do with all these peices? Do you still have them thrown in a box somewhere next to some old comics? Or did you throw them away just like you threw me away as soon as you found someone better?