Are you sure you wanna come out?
I must, Evil Brain. Home’s safe.
Alright. Eminem’s off. Spektor’s on.
Here’s her t-shirt, our photo, her book.
Go to your bedroom.
Drop the words, Angel Heart.
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Just a week, she didn’t mean the words, right EB?
I’m scared, what if we actually never see her again?
What about our stories? This can’t be a book without an end.
Is she okay? Is she hurt? I need to come out.
I need to see her words, hear her voice. A simple text.
Two weeks, what’s going on, EB? Why is she so harsh?
Is it my skin? Do I need to be artistic? Am I ugly?
I’m scared. I’m tired. I’m trembling.
You’re taking over my body, thoughts, actions.
I’m the best part of you - what do we do?
Help me, EB.
Friday, Paulista, look at all of this.
All of our buildings, stories, chapters - I need to come out!
I need to hear her voice, feel her breath - I’m fading.
Call her, EB. You don’t have the words, but try it.
Tell her that we miss her, we wanna see her, we need to write our stories.
Right now, EB, I’m crying, I’m dying.
We are not disgusting or a monster, EB.
You didn't have the words I do
We didn’t have her touch, her voice, her magic.
I’m too weak, I need to go back to our cave.
Are these my last words? She may not even see them.
Don't leave me here. Sing for me, lil'spider.
I love you
I love you with all of my angel heart.