i love you like a starfish loves the salty water, like a selfish daughter. yet I wrote the words to the swan song, the author of the wrong. i said what i said and i meant it, but now i regret it. foolish, how was I so careless? pawning off my treasure, the envy of an heiress. now my dollars are crumbled in my pocket. how can I reclaim it? what if someone's got it?
