Don’t you see it? Don’t you see the hurt in her eyes? The backstabbing pain of horrendous action. It’s there. I promise you. But then again, you always chose to see what your mind wishes to see. Can’t you see differently this time? I’m begging you. I’m on my bare knees, pleading with stripped, aching hands. She’s not got much left. Couldn’t you for once just force your mind out of your pretentious, ugly colored world? I’m not asking for you to victimize yourself. All I ask of you is to look a bit further and try to understand. She’s disappearing. And her eyes are the last piece of life left of her.