a monologue it brought out the worst in me that conversation on the phone i am a perfect thief i`m just a perfect thief and you`re a perfect actress the most beautiful voice in the monologue that i paid counting hours to the next morning after disappointing you all i`m not more than i am i found myself in the shower i ended up believing like seeing is believing not that i know anything of it counting hours to the next morning what kind of a hell is this? |