Since I can't seem to form a coherent thought amid all the work and catching up, I'll let Tori do the talking:
Years go by
Will I still be waiting
For somebody else to understand
Years go by
If I'm stripped of my beauty
And the orange clouds
Raining in head
Years go by
Will I choke on my tears
Till finally there is nothing left
One more casualty
You know we're too easy
- Tori Amos, Silent All These Years
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